Two Poems by Shahalam Tariq

Iqbal's Dream The mosque in Cordoba stands symmetrical, linear — like the progression of History in the Imam's khutba on Friday. The dreamlike Spain glorious still home to the righteous pours out of his dream and the ink flows onto the page placed on the desk (….) The unleveled still broken road gaping at every…

ByShahalam TariqNovember 25, 20250Comments

Poetry

I come from a land without a voice

I come from a land without a voice, But where silence speaks louder than war. On our morning walks, we pick flowers, On our way home, we place them on graves. Evening comes, heavy with the sound of guns, Yet the wind rises to wipe it away. Still, the scars remain—etched on walls, Written in…

ByShahalam TariqMarch 30, 20250Comments