They ascended the pulpits.
They declared the politicization of cemeteries.
In the name of the Lord of mankind...
They grabbed the loudspeakers,
They preached... in the Kingdom.
In front of these people...
They concealed the verses... in blood.
They wreaked havoc on creation... with insults.
They declared those people to be infidels.
They foamed and frothed... like storms.
They tickled the emotions.
In the hearts of some people...
They said that Paradise is theirs:
It cannot accommodate anyone else!
From the rest of the people...
They coveted votes:
Jinn and humans...
But... it's just the days.
Circulation... among people.
Among all people...
Disgusting!
They made the Sunnah stuffed.
They gathered around the hadith,
They changed the name:
Ideological... jurisprudential!
Without the foundation...
They said that Arabic:
A registered trademark... in the name of the group.
They made the Quran a scapegoat.
To kill breaths...
They stormed the threshold of Parliament.
The Sultan and the pomp and circumstance
Urgent fatwas:
Tailor-made jokes.
They gave glad tidings to the followers about the Hereafter and this fleeting world.
Their lack of competence betrayed them... their undemocratic nature.
They were brought down by the will of the people.
The plan to disguise them has been exposed.
The beards of the brothers were shaved.
Here are the sisters... here are the two who were stripped:
Modesty and the veil of dress...
Without breaking up the sit-in,
Paris... has brought down the oppressors.
A witness to bankruptcy.
Here is the red mill.
Here is the masseuse... the dark-skinned one.
Christmas gifts...
Damn it... the mirage's reference point.
My narrative is sufficient for me, without needing to elaborate.
I seek refuge in God from obsessive thoughts.
I am naked, the son of Mary.
Prophet of the programmers!
Beyond quotation...
My message to:
My brothers, the Moroccans,
A flame of copper...

From the Diwan of the Book of the Mumarriyya
By the poet Abdul Majeed Momirus