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INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL

INTERVIEW WITH THE DEVIL. He is the Devil, who never does anything, he just whispers the temptation into the hearts of the human beings. I am a weak man, my legs are getting trembling with fear. He who was so powerful almost gripped me in his wisdom face. The more I think the more I fear, that I have just met the Devil himself. Continue reading

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WE ARE PHYSICIAN OF OUR SOUL

WE ARE PHYSICIAN OF OUR SOUL. My whole body hurt, but soon the surgery that will end this suffering will begin. The surgical time finally arrived. The doctor who will dissect me appears. The doctor is me. Do not worry! You are me. I am the one who performed the operation. Like an annoying doctor, I can’t protest because he is myself. Continue reading

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LIFE IS A JOURNEY

Is life a journey? Every birth if thought carefully is just a coincidence. With hundreds of millions of sperm swimming blindly in the dark, it is very unlikely that a person can become what they are. Of all the crowded in the universe, how much is planned? Continue reading

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KISSING THE DEATH AN ELEGY

KISSING THE DEATH AN ELEGY. Describes the feeling of Toyotomi Hideyori, ahead of the fall of Osaka Castle on the Tokugawa Ieyasu army. After hearing the most powerful samurai, Yukimura Sanada fought desperately to pick up death on the front. Alone to keep the honor of his master. Continue reading

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A WEEK AFTER THE ACEH TSUNAMI (2004)

A WEEK AFTER THE ACEH TSUNAMI (2004)
When the nights can’t sleep the awakened souls
Tired of forged hot sun burning
And the crashing waves had passed
Leave the debris strewn all over Continue reading

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MY PRAY, A POEM WRITTEN BY HAMZAH FANSURI

MY PRAY, A POEM WRITTEN BY HAMZAH FANSURI. If I prostrate for you god for fear of hell, burn me with the fire of hell. When prostration me god because crave heaven, so close the gates of heaven to me Continue reading

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WHAT HAPPENS IF ABU NAWAS BECOMES A KING

WHAT HAPPENS IF ABU NAWAS BECOMES A KING. Imagine if an Abu Nawas exchanged a position with Harun Al-Rashid, the Abbasid Caliph. what’s happening? In history, Abu Nawas is a reliable critic but can he be in control as Caliph Harun Al-Rashid? Continue reading

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THE PRICE OF FREEDOM

THE PRICE OF FREEDOM: The Unfinished Diary of Tengku Hasan di Tiro; Published by; National Liberation Front of Acheh Sumatra; 1984. Review and Free download, Continue reading

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THE POLITICS OF AN ABUNAWAS

THE POLITICS OF AN ABUNAWAS. Abu Nawas was born from history, not from nothing. Abu Nawas original name is Abu Ali al-Hasan bin Hani al-Hakami. He was born in 145 H (747 AD) in the city of Ahvaz in Persia (present Iran). His father, Hani al-Hakam, was a member of the military legion of Caliph Marwan II. While his mother was named Jalban, a Persian woman who worked as a woolen washer. Since childhood, he was orphaned. A glorious life in the reign of Harun Al-Rashid, in a chaotic manner, can help or at the same time defeat the Caliph in any matter. Continue reading

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FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE

FOR ONE WEEK IN LOVE. Like a blacksmith is she the only one who forges my heart into steel. So for that, I must help her, as a devotion to the teacher. For a week-old love, where in the past I owe it on time. Continue reading

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