Flesh of a Scholar

For those who backbite the Scholars of this Ummah; a warning you should heed.

It's as if he is saying

Don't you know my flesh is hard to swallow bitter poison

Yet the backbiter cannot control himself and bring this evil yearning to an end

He bites in...

As he bites down and prepares to swallow, he finds his throat has been split wide open

What a dreadful diet, a terrible appetite better than it is famine and even starvation

Fear the flesh of the scholar, for his flesh is not like yours or mine, my friend.

The above poem was inspired by this Arabic piece

أَوَ مَا عَلِمْتَ بِأَنْ لَـحْمِي عَلْقَمٌ *** مُسْتَوْبَلٌ مُسْتَوْخَمٌ مَسْمُومُ

يَشْجَى بِهِ الْـمُغْتَابُ لَيْسَ يَسِيغُهُ *** حَتَّى يَغُصَّ وَيُفْلَقَ الْبَلْعُومُ

Wassalam,

Abu Hamza