hamdu, wa Huwa'ala kulli shay'in Qadeer.

Sao os versos que ouco da janela anunciados pelo Iman
da mesquita na minha rua. Chove. Ha luzes decorativas
e fogo de artificio, faz frio.

"There is no God except Allah Alone. There is no
parner unto Him. To him belongs sovereignty, and to
him belongs all praise, and He has power over all
things."

Hoje e o final do Ramadan.
As escolas estao fechadas, a rua celebra.
O Inverno aproxima-se, e fica escuro ja bem cedo.
O tempo passa devagar. Sente-se a cada instante.
Possuo uma felicidade serenidade inpenetravel de
palavras.

There are no words to express God, there are no words
to express Peace. No words to arrest Islam.


E o fim do ramadao e o fim da religiao.
shiva. oh lord shiva.
London,
oh gorgeaus
come down the lane
take your shoes off and sit on this coach
don't stay inn
london is awake, the lights shinning on the Thames
It's Diwali,
And it's Eed
And is good, terena
Come and have a seat, have a pint
Leave your tea
Latter, Late
Come,
Oh sweet London look at the big boats
See them dancing?
Come down
Relax
See the clouds mirrored in your flat window
And the rain on the bus lane
Feel the silks on the shopwindows
and the fume on the tube
You hear?
This is London
Constant roaring on my soul
There's just a goal
watch it
flash it
a b c
m s t d
quietening calming London
what a miss
understanding.
what a misunderstanding.
Was I ever here? was this real?
Oh tiring London, where do you take me?
Silent whispers of aeroplanes.

AB