Mr Ali

Joined January 2025

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A portrait of Joshua Jennifer Espinoza drinking coffee.
The coffee is dark, like the spaces she’s learned to carry with grace. Bitter, honest, alive. Each sip is a small rebellion against the static ache of yesterday.
By Mr Ali8 months ago in Poets
Catwalk Queens
Tyra’s gaze, a storm, a flame, She carved the road, rewrote the name. Not just beauty, not just face— She built an empire with her grace.
By Mr Ali8 months ago in Poets
She Walks in Beauty (By Lord Byron)
One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
By Mr Ali8 months ago in Poets
I Loved You Like the Land
The pines had warned me not to trust A heart too quick to turn to dust. But you, like June on frozen ground, Brought life where none had yet been found.
By Mr Ali8 months ago in Poets
She Is My Winter, She Is My Spring
She wore the dusk like velvet thread, With maple leaves where angels tread, And in her eyes, the boreal deep— A love so vast, it stole my sleep.
By Mr Ali9 months ago in Poets
Northern Light
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Ali9 months ago in Poets
“The Jar of Stars” – A Mother’s Day Special Story
Noor was a curious child, full of questions. Her favorite one was: "Mama, what are stars made of?" Amina would always smile and say,
By Mr Ali9 months ago in Poets
Allama Iqbal – The No.1 Poet of Pakistan
Early Life and Education Born on November 9, 1877, in Sialkot, Punjab (then part of British India), Allama Iqbal belonged to a devout Muslim family. He showed early signs of intellectual brilliance and poetic talent. He received his initial education in Sialkot and then moved to Lahore, where he attended Government College. Under the mentorship of Sir Thomas Arnold, Iqbal developed a deep interest in Western philosophy.
By Mr Ali9 months ago in Poets
Whispers of Dawn
The storm may howl, the rivers rise,Thunder shouts across the skies.Yet even in the tempest wild,Hope still hums, so soft, so mild.
By Mr Ali10 months ago in Poets
The Echo of Resilience
The rain that fell, a biting chill, Carved rivers deep against my will. Each drop a weight, each gust a shove, Yet in the dark, I found my love.
By Mr Ali10 months ago in Poets
The Fire Within
The night was deep, the road was long,Yet still I stood, I still belonged.Through battles waged and wars unfurled,I learned the strength within my world.
By Mr Ali10 months ago in Poets
The Road Through Shadows
The storms had names, each one I knew,Whispered harshly in my ears.Their howling winds and skies so blue,Turned my courage into fears.
By Mr Ali10 months ago in Poets