Allah
Allah (English pronunciation: /ˈælə/, /ˈɑːlə/ or /əlˈlɑː/;Arabic: الله Allāh, IPA: [ʔalˤˈlˤɑːh]) is the Arabic word for God (al ilāh, literally "the God"), referring to the God in Abrahamic religions. The word has cognates in other Semitic languages, including Elah in Aramaic, ʾĒl in Canaanite and Elohim in Hebrew.
It is now mainly used by Muslims to refer to God in Islam, but has been also used by Arab Christians since pre-Islamic times. It is also often, albeit not exclusively, used by Bábists, Bahá'ís, Indonesian and Maltese Christians, and Mizrahi Jews. Christians and Sikhs in West Malaysia also use and have used the word to refer to God. This has caused political and legal controversies there as the law in West Malaysia prohibits non-Islamic uses of the word.
Etymology
The term Allāh is derived from a contraction of the Arabic definite article al- "the" and ilāh "deity, god" to al-lāh meaning "the deity", or "the God".Cognates of the name "Allāh" exist in other Semitic languages, including Hebrew and Aramaic. The corresponding Aramaic form is Elah (אלה), but its emphatic state is Elaha (אלהא). It is written as ܐܠܗܐ (ʼĔlāhā) in Biblical Aramaic and ܐܲܠܵܗܵܐ (ʼAlâhâ) in Syriac as used by the Assyrian Church, both meaning simply "God".Biblical Hebrew mostly uses the plural (but functional singular) form Elohim (אלהים), but more rarely it also uses the singular form Eloah (אלוהּ). In the Sikh scripture of Guru Granth Sahib, the term Allah (Punjabi: ਅਲਹੁ) is used 37 times.
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All The Wars
by: Alohayou're alive
thanks to a strange chain of events
that started with the death of elvis
and yes,
all the wars and their warriors
wanted a piece of you
in your living room.
i'm alive
after a time of riots and rides
that ended with smack
of gates into theirs clasps.
all the dates that they throw at you
were somebody else's stab
at your lineage.
we're alive
thanks to a light
shone in the night
that found an airship in its sights.
in the crossfire
your grandfather cried to your mother.
all the bombs that avoided you
had somebody else's name
drawn on the chalkboard in haste.
it was a clerical mistake.
when you first saw it you were in a stroller,
flailing your arms at the dogs and the bees.
they could have bit you but you looked so happy.
they could have snapped but they showed you mercy.
and come to think of it, i never once heard, "no."
from the day you were called you've been walking through the walls.
shot through a canon, you've landed in a flowerbed.
guarded by invisible friends.