the Mapou Trees 
Between the pages of my
Wind blown blossoms of your
Pressed to dry, dead sheets
Underneath the Mapou trees
Between the fallen leaves,
the fallen orphan
Bookmarks the pages of my
Where Mary tasted the
heaven’s delicacies 
When unbeknownst to boasting
I was there to hear the
Crushed between the pages of
The serpent wiggling
squirming into oblivion
The spill of its blood robbed
my eyes blind
All I can see and for so ever
The beatitude of your
Turkmen stallions of my
Galloping the savanna of my
The sobs of invocations,
From the Persian silken sighs
Such Nubian robe of
Perfect fit for your svelte
Dancing your way away from me
Dancing your way away from Haiti
At alarming rates the information from Haiti is evaporating from the
Internet and less and less we understand and we are informed about what
is going on there. No matter who I turn to, asking for prayers for
Haitians more and more the gusts of rejections break my heart.
Murids (Seekers of the Divine) should be aware that what has transpired
in Haiti, in some form or another in some time or whenever will come
back to haunt the humanity, first and foremost the United States.
Please in these prosperous times, forget not the ailing and abandoned
Haitian AIDS Orphans in your prayers.
Background: Nurse Sarah sacrificed and risked her life to venture into
the treacherous mountains of Haiti to deliver high-protein seeds to the
natives. The AIDS orphan died in her arms within the minutes of the two
Mapou trees are where underneath the
Haitians performed Voodoo ceremonies.
 Mos-haf is the Arabic term for collected pages/sheets of
 Mary, mother of Jesus peace be upon them both,
used to go to a remote location in eastern part of Jerusalem to
meditate in solitude. When her caretaker would come to bring her
supplies, he would find fine food with her already. Once he asked Mary:
Who gave you this food, and Mary responded: This is from Allah.
© 2004-2002, Dara O.