What Kind Of Faith Is This (Not A Poem)

-What kind of faith is this?

The men slandering the women,

"Bent bones will always be bent bones!"

The women slandering the men,

"The biggest unbelievers were always men!"

The pious slandering the less pious,

"We are holier than thou, the prayer-neglecting!"

The less pious slandering the pious,

"We are more honest than thou prayer-mongers!"

The political slandering the apolitical,

"Faith is power!"

The apolitical slandering the political,

"Power blinds the faith!"

-What kind of faith is this,

Worldly and defective,

Humanly defective,

Absolutely crazy?

-Why won't they understand,

That God simply doesn't really care,

Why won't it occur to them,

That God simply doesn't really give a fuck?

The Jewish God

-All praise be to the Jewish God!

The Lord, the Only God,

The Only Light that is sought,

By humans full of doubt!

-All hail be to the One True God,

The Punishing, and The Fearful God!

The Forgiving One that is sought,

By humans, full of doubt!

-All praise be to the One,

Beyond all the praises and the slanders,

Beyond all the descriptions and the depictions,

The Indescribable One!

-Then a doubting boy asks:

If He's Indescribable,

How can you be sure He is One?

-Everyone says;

Shut up!

Fear the Punishment!

When I was alone, I was crazy, crazily looking for you,

Now that I have finally found you, I am still crazy,

Still crazily in love with you,

And I am dumbfounded, verily, for I am crazy,

Why wouldn't you notice me,

Crazily counting days,

Of me being in love with you?

Why wouldn't you shower me,

With your nectar,

Healing me from my pain?

For this madness, that plagues my mind,

I can barely bear it no more,

And I am as crazy, as a madman can be,

That the world doesn't look the way it used to be,

Now that I have found you, I wonder, am I crazy

To have my heart offered to you selflessly,

Even when I know, that your eyes are not on me,

Is it worth it to offer myself to you, lady?

Is it worth it to hope, that

Your name is written

With mine inside the Luh Mahfuz,

Just like Fatimah's name,

Written for Ali?

Is it worth it, or is it just a waste?

My soul is aching, my heart is breaking,

Yet all I can see, is that the world is laughing,

At my foolishness, like a bad dream,

In which I am the clown, victimized by the queen?

Verily, my heart is breaking,

And I am crazy, crazy for you, my queen.