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01.
Article: “Night of Fortune(Shab-e-Qadr )”
Author: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

“Night of Fortune (Shab-e-Qadr )”

It’s “The night of Shab-e-Qadr”, also known as the Night of Power. It’s the most significant night in the Islamic calendar.
It is a time of immense spiritual gravity, where the destiny of every soul is written for the year ahead.

The Essence of the Holy Night:-
1.It marks the night the Holy Quran was first sent down from the preserved tablet to the lowest heaven.
2.The Quran describes this single night as being “better than a thousand months” of worship.
3. It is the night when Allah determines the sustenance, life, and death for all His creation for the coming year.
4.The Angel Jibreel (Gabriel) and countless other angels descend to Earth, filling the world with peace.
5. Believers spend the night in prayer, seeking a “Pious life” and the wiping away of past sins.
6. While the exact date is hidden, it is found within the odd nights of the last ten days of Ramadan.
7. A unique sense of tranquility and serenity prevails until the breaking of dawn.
8. Supplications made on this night have a profound impact on altering one’s fortune and destiny.
9. For many, it serves as a spiritual turning point to correct their life’s path.
10. It is considered a special gift from Allah specifically for the Ummah of Prophet Muhammad (PBUH).

Observance and Fortune:-
Itikaf:
Many Muslims enter a period of spiritual seclusion in mosques to ensure they do not miss its blessings.
The “Night Prayer”:
Offering Tahajjud and long standing in prayer are the hallmarks of this night.
Charity: Giving even a small amount is rewarded as if one had given consistently for over 83 years.
The Special Dua:
The Prophet taught the specific prayer: “O Allah, You are Forgiving, You love forgiveness, so forgive me.”
Reflective Silence:
It is a time for deep introspection and personal conversation with the Creator.
Global Unity: Millions of people across the globe stay awake simultaneously, united in worship.
Abundant Blessings:
The gates of Paradise are wide open, and the mercy of Allah is at its peak.
Protection from Evil:
It is a night where the soul is shielded from the whispers of Shaitan.
Light in Darkness:
The night provides spiritual illumination that guides a believer through the rest of the year.
Eternal Success:
To “catch” the night in sincere worship is seen as the ultimate success for a person’s eternal fortune.
May Allah save us and prosper the world.
Ameen.
Afroza Jesmine



02.
Poem: “LET THERE BE PEACE”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

Who has ever found the blue planet too small?
These lands have given abundance and grace to all.
Tables filled with joy, friendship and love appear —
Let there be peace in every land, NO TO WAR!
For centuries humankind has fought and clashed,
Against nature, the seas, every bird it has lashed.
Air, soil and water it has stained and smeared —
Let these evils end at last, NO TO WAR!
Bright sun, fresh air and waters running free,
Are these not enough for you, humanity?
Will this greed and hatred never disappear?
Let there be peace in every land, NO TO WAR!
Let the birds fly free, let the flowers bloom,
Let the sound of bombs and weapons meet their doom.
May peace and happiness spread far and near —
Let love fill every country, NO TO WAR!
Let children laugh and nightingales sing,
Let flowers bloom and gardens spring.
Let the blue seas give fish their frontier —
Let there be peace on every continent, NO TO WAR!
War is murder, devouring humankind,
Selling nature and beauty with a ruthless mind.
Thus the peace of humanity disappears —
Let there be no war anywhere, NO TO WAR!
Mustafa Naci ÖZER



03.
Poem: MOMENTS
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

sometimes I feel the weight of my own longing
as if i could stretch across time
and space just to be near you

some days the desire to reach you overwhelms me
and I imagine soaring through the air
closing the distance between us

the nights feel endless when I am apart from you
and even the gentlest rain seems
to embrace your presence
soaking me in memories and emotions

storms may be fierce around us
but I am unafraid because being with you
makes even chaos feel sacred

time itself seems to stop when
we are together and mornings arrive
like soft dance I never want to leave

when the world has a few seconds to rest
i feel an extraordinary closeness that is ours alone

it is in these moments not interrupted
by anything else that I realize
with all my heart, how deeply I love you
Vo Thi Nhu Mai



04.
Poem:Peace
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From:Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

Peace
We found inside us
We are grateful for every hard moment
Because once the tough will pass

We will be in a complete harmony with our self

We need peace of mind
We are in a transmission
And everything is going too fast

Information about things we do not need
Advice about how to react
To live
To eat
To breathe
To exist
We are in need of peace
But first we need to understand

What is Peace
©® EVA Petropoulou Lianou



05.
Poem: “Resilient Woman”
Poet:TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

When wars cross the cities
and the alleys grow heavy with the smell of ash,
the woman stands
like an ancient tree in the face of the wind.

Her roots are deeper than fear
and her branches are shade for weary souls.

She opens her chest to the small anxiety
and hides the trembling of children in her heart
so that the world may remain innocent
even if only a little.

She is the hand that leans toward the ruins
to rearrange the light
and with patience repairs what cruelty has broken along the road.

And when the horizon fills with ash,
she whispers softly to the earth
that seeds do not die
and that roses know the secret of return.

The woman walks upon the earth
while her heart is suspended in the sky,
as if she were a prayer walking
between weariness and hope.

Since the beginning she has learned
to gather light from the cracks of pain,
to turn tears into hidden water
with which she waters the gardens of hope.

And for this reason
she loves… despite the losses,
she rises… despite the breaking,
and teaches the earth every day
the meaning of peace.
©® TAGHRID BOU MERHI



06.
Poem: Wounded Eyes:
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: West Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

Eyes of hope and aspiration,
Tired enough to visit selfish family members and relatives.
Time is expensive.
The journey is expensive.
The delight is lost.
Still blaming is regular.
If they struggle as me.
The mischievous people are comparing me.
Still they want to keep me under their control.
What do they think for me?
As worker and slave to work under their order?
Do they take responsibilities to me?
Still blaming and making me infamous?
Are they with humanity?
Are they respecting me and my tired struggle?
No shame of them to blame me to my innocence?
Wounded to see and near to them?
© Til Kumari Sharma



07.
Poem: A REAL READER
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

I would like to be a real reader,
After studing the reality,
Then to be a writer,
Telling the truth for humanity!
I admire Wolfgang Goethe,
He wrote so many books,
But real reading was so important
And writing with rules!
I stoped by comparison degree
But with falce words never agree!
We express so many wishes:
For peace and equality,
As we see crazy wars…
They look like broken dishes!
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri



08.
Poem: Women’s Day ( Prose poem ) Poet:Daniel omar
From: Country: Malawi🇲🇼
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

The world hear and celebrate the day of today
To make this clear and near
She rises with the landbreeze, she is a force that shines bright. Her voice is a melody, breaking barriers and shattering beats. With every step, she claims her ground, a warrior fierce yet gentle. Her heart is a haven, strong and free, a refuge for her loved ones. Please stop discriminating her Her dreams are a canvas, vibrant and alive, a queen waiting to unfold. She’s a creator, a giver, her love a flame that lights the scene. She weaves threads of strength and compassion, crafting a tapestry of resilience. In her eyes, a spark ignites, a fire that fuels her soul. She navigates life’s twists with courage, her spirit unbroken. Her laughter is contagious, her smile radiant, lighting up the world around her. She’s a nurturer, a healer, a guide, her love unconditional and true. With every breath, she empowers, lifting others as she rises. Her voice which bless and guide, she is a whisper of change,she is inspiring hearts to beat as one. Her story’s one of the flag and strife, a testament to the all nation. She’s a symphony of emotions which give a Melody, a dance of strength and vulnerability. In her, the future blooms a garden of possibilities to create opportunities She’s a woman, a force of nature untamed and beautiful. Her spirit soars, unrelenting, a phoenix rising from the ashes. And on this day, we celebrate her, a jovial moon a work of art
Daniel omar



09.
Poem: “Don’t Be Afraid of Dreams”
Poet: Aziza Jorayeva.
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

Don’t be afraid to dream,
One day you will arrive there.
Never turn back on your way,
You will smile and say, “I made it.”
Never let yourself be broken,
Just keep stepping forward.
Do not run away from yourself,
May your path be bright and clear.
Aziza Jorayeva.



10.
Poem: “I UNDERSTOOD FROM YOUR EYES!!!”
Poet: Yahya Azeroğlu
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

That you drew inspiration from the fire of love,
I understood from your poetic eyes,
That you set fire to the desert of my soul,
I understood from your poetic eyes,
Did passionate love enter your heart?
I couldn’t see the courage of your heart,
The sorrow that looks at the paths of hope,

I understood from your poetic eyes,
The posture of your charming figure,
This is how our past came about,
The smile that crystallized on your lips,
I understood from your poetic eyes,
While planning the wedding of the future,

We couldn’t untie the knot that was tied the wrong way,
What you were thinking of me,
I understood from your poetic eyes.
Turning your head towards me,
You made your crescent-shaped eyebrows dance,
This is your last glance at Azeroğlu,
I understood it from your poetic, colorful eyes…
Note: Taken from my book “Under the Red Flag”.
Yahya Azeroğlu



11.
Poem: THIS KIND OF QUIET
Poet:Rejoice Yeyedulo Philip
From:Abuja, Nigeria.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

It’s evocking, it’s drifting,
It’s breaking, it’s reshaping in loud thrusting-

Starring, back,
Actions’d worth’d quite.
Worth the cold-
It’d drain, drench from all aspects-
Thoughts waves on as if, creating a vacant won’t be seen,
But not so-

If only hmmmn,
Hmmmmm, If only breath could
understand the air flow to flow flawlessly.

It would be sensed;
THIS KIND OF QUIET is quizzing.
Biography



12.
Poem:Blood
Poet: Panagiota P. Lambri.
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

When for the first time
you saw the blood of an innocent
spilling onto the asphalt,
you thought, such things happen.
When for the second time
you saw the same image,
you thought yourself lucky
since it was not your own.
And when again… and again you saw it,
you began to worry,
yet also to grow used to it,
until one day the same scene
had been staged for you alone.
Panagiota P. Lambri



13.
Poem: Baritone
Poet:Tanja Ajtic.
From:Serbia/Canada
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

You are a singer between bass and tenor
you show me a teasteless
too colorful painting,
funny, our pictures together.
And I in order to defend myself making
the barricade with my silence.
Like a alien, stranger.
I don’t know you anymore.
I don’t recognize us anymore.
You don’t have to try
in a gambling game of cards
everyone loses.
It’s so simple, everyday.
I don’t enjoy this Burgundy wine anymore
and I feel like I’m in a sweat bath
everything is suffocating me
in my Balkan soul.
Like a bandit, a bum
I want to get out unnoticed
because I’ve had enough of words
and the color of your voice
which I loved so much.
You have no more power to hope,
sadness remained.
All ours like sand through our fingers passes
and never come back
rustling shells
on this continent of ours.
I can’t hear you anymore.
Tanja Ajtic



14.
Poem: The Fallen Woman
Poet:Zannatun Nur Sahla
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

You are the fallen one, the joke of society,
They say—two men have kissed your clothes.
For you, the places of worship are shut, you are called a whore,
For you, lashes await, garlands of shoes as gifts.
For you, brothels now stand open,
For you, buyers of flesh line up.
A thousand men let their saliva fall for you,
Vultures now lurk in the folds of your body,
With greedy eyes, waiting to drink your honey.
In the pleats of your sari, in every hair on your skin,
There is only fertile lust now—
Male desire dripping with saliva.
You are nothing but a prostitute—
And those men who kissed your clothes,
They remain chaste, pure in their arousal.
And the thousand men—
They bow at the anklets of the prostitute’s feet.
Zannatun Nur Sahla.
Bio: Zannatun Nur Sahla is a poet and writer from Bangladesh. She has been involved in writing since her childhood. She regularly practices poetry, literature, and creative writing. Her first poetry book, (Neel Bedonar Jol), was published in 2010. Later, the manuscript of her poetry book ( Morur Phul) won an award in 2022 and received three Best Book honors. And “Kabyer Haat” (2026), also received a manuscript award. Her poems have been published in numerous joint anthologies in Bangladesh and India. She entered the international literary arena through the anthology “The Hybrid of Culture.” Besides poetry, she also writes cartoon scripts and video scripts. Cartoon videos based on her scripts have been produced in both Bangladesh and India.


15.
Poem: I, like a girl.
Poet:Fadwa Attia.
From: Egypt
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

I,like a girl,
dream—like a butterfly—of beautiful days and sweet moments.
But always I live between my work and my studying; my days go astray and my memories fade,
and inside me remains the little girl who loves chocolate and flowers.

Will my days ever return to how they were when I was a child?
I used to dream of being grown-up. We grew older with the days, and I still haven’t achieved what I want.
Ah—my days. With each passing day I feel bewildered.

O Lord, you are the one who can make them the most beautiful days and the sweetest dreams.
Grant me what I desire—like a butterfly flying through the fields searching for her dream…
Fadwa Attia.



16.
Poem: A Woman’s Heart (ON THE OCCASION OF WOMEN’S DAY ON MARCH 8
I DEDICATE THIS HUMBLE POEM TO ALL WOMEN)
Poet: Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: LUTON UK
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

Rain of tears
In the silence of home
When everyone is asleep
Pain, despair and grief
Tears every woman
Millions of thoughts
Many more problems
Everything on your hands
Wise Heads
You are in full
People of the house
But sometimes
Quite alone
Without support and encouragement
You have to get a grip on everything
Think about everything
And I’ll tell you
Nice ladies
You are very important
For us guys
When you speak
Two children
It’s really
You have three
No one like you
He doesn’t know how to love
Although not all of them
I must point out
But about good women
I am writing this text
No one like you
He can’t
Deep in the heart
Hide the pain
Dear Ladies
Wives and mothers
You are like
These delicate roses
Although roses
They have spikes
Which you use
Only for defense
And much more
Good to write
To be able to
I write
Words yes
For you ladies
Very important
Thank you
From the heart and the deepest feelings
Thank you
That you are…
© Dr. Tomasz Laczek



17.
Poem: LET THERE BE PEACE!
Poet: ADALET EROĞLU
From: AZERBAIJAN
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

Let people live as brothers,
Let the white dove spread its wings in the sky.
Let justice stand before the truth,
Let the flag of peace wave in the sky.

Let the world hear the voice of humanity,
Let all peoples be brothers on this path.
Let us unite in the world with one fist,
Let us save the universe on this path!
ADALET EROĞLU



18.
Poem: Meaningless attitude
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

Insignificant words
made a lot of noise
in the silent night.
People applauded
for they thought they were valuable .
Hearts that long for wisdom
are dressed in a humble attire.
Those who are superficial
make their presence loud . Showing off is discarded by the wind.
Selfish and arrogant people
look like an emply vessel
that makes the loudest sound .
©® Xrysoula Foufa.



19.
Poem: “the journey”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Vancouver Island
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

the world is tired all over
of the struggles to survive
doesn’t matter where
you come from
doesn’t matter big or small
greed and fighting war
has effected us all
people struggle to hold on to a place to live
In peace raise they’re families factions over take countries make people flea
now that countries close their borders
it’s even harder to know
what will happen to
all those wanderers
where do they go
it’s very hard to think
after leaving the
place you call home
noone wants to take you in
I dream there is an end to all this suffering
I pray there is somehow
a way to stop
all this journey let people settle where they come from let them raise their children in a place
they call their own
Mary Garde.



20.
Poem: Poetry and I
Poet: Sajid Hussain.
From:Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

When anguish surpasses endurance a solitary verse awakens,
Within thought’s vast dominion a luminous vision slowly emerges,
A few restrained utterances ascend upon contemplative lips,
From hidden depths of spirit a lingering sigh arises,
Then life’s profound anthem awakens restless within soul,
A newly stirring tide begins moving through inner consciousness,
Amid existence’s mist laden corridors faint footsteps awaken,
They cross distances bearing a subtle luminous message,
Poetry assumes manifold forms within chambers of consciousness,
Quiet tremors awaken within reflective provinces of mind,
I and my solitude become architects of silent language,
Words slowly transform themselves into vessels of feeling,
A delicate aura of awareness gently envelops my spirit,
The mind drifts toward some unseen horizon of meaning,
When existence’s burdens surround the fatigued human heart,
A garland of language quietly arises within my imagination,
Reflection touches those words awakening deeper resonant meanings,
Then hovering thoughts converse with spirit renewed ,
An unseen companion seems wandering beside my contemplation,
Sharing quiet landscapes of inward meditation and wonder,
Through valleys of thought I wander with questions,
Seeking pathways concealed within forests of uncertainty,
Within wandering moments a reflective mirror suddenly appears,
Revealing hidden chambers of consciousness and revelation,
I dissolve within immense realms of awakened feeling,
Where silent longings gather within compassionate embrace,
Then inner worlds overflow with quiet illumination,
Spirit drinks deeply from springs of tranquil restoration,
It seems treasures of existence descend upon awareness,
As though the universe grants gentle abundance to soul,
Then my poetry and I wander beyond mortal noise,
Journeying toward distant provinces of serene contemplation, There all impediments of life gradually dissolve,
And the spirit rests within boundless tranquil horizons.
Sajid Hussain





21.
Poem: Woman
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

She is the dawn
breaking centuries of night.

She is a river
cutting paths through stone.

She is a seed
dreaming beneath winter soil.

She is a flame
quietly defeating darkness.

She is the sky
where new wings learn courage.

She is tomorrow
walking through the door of today.
Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee



22.
Poem: The Cuckoo Pulls Me Toward You
Poet: Lakshmi Kant Mukul
From: India
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

From the window
I see the giloy vine
climbing the castor tree.
On a branch
a cuckoo
calling into the morning.
Her notes
open like a flute.
Seven tones
drift through the air
and melt
inside the quiet rooms of the heart.
Your voice is like this
soft, measured,
sweet as dissolving sugar.
When she sings
spring begins its slow arrival.
Mango buds grow restless,
sad gardens remember joy.
You are not as dark as the bird
yet dusk lives on your face.
And every time
the cuckoo calls
I feel myself
walking toward you.
Lakshmi Kant Mukul



23.
Poem: ΤΗΕ STONE OF PATIENCE
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

The desert is thirsty!
The shell of the earth is cracking .
Her heart is crimson blood.
The stone of patience tilted to the edge of the cliff.
It is watered in the tears of the world.

Oh, what sweetly the soil smells like after the rain.
That is why God created man with earth and water
to make people smell beautiful!
Angels dance hand in hand.
They sow tears of the sea,
cloud tracks,
the cries of lightning
they harvest lemongrass in fertile pergolas.

Somewhere we see them…
They sprinkle a little God inside us
filling the trough of love‧
they wash away the greed of the people to kiss
the hope to stay alive
beautiful blooming flowers
like the faces of people who know how to forgive
softening the pain.

Oh, how I love the sun after the storm!
He dresses our nakedness with rainbows.
It regenerates our cracked shell.
Maria Kolovou Roumelioti





24.
Poem: Cursed Vials
Poet: Muammar Al-Sufiani
From: Yemen 🇾🇪
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 17 March 2026.

I dream of a small house in my homeland
And a righteous marriage that brings a peaceful tomorrow, no more..

Whatever conscience writes, cursed vials
Time waters them, so excuse it if it exceeds in speech, O my pen.

They asked me, O God.. what country am I from?
I said to them, the tear is my homeland on earth
And peace is my flag in the sky.

She asked me about my coming age..
I said: I call my ear and it doesn’t answer
Because distance is a number in the chaos of loss
I touch your soft skin on my hand
And you run with the legs of a swift gazelle behind every moment
To disappear from me.. why the panic?
And I run after you to catch myself, O my hour!!!!
Muammar Al-Sufiani

All of you are Lucky Poets. It’s the 77th edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Because today is the “Day of Fortune “Shab-e-Qadr” . Thanks all.