"I did not write these poems; I survived them."Some books whisper. This one sets fire to your silence.Born from the ashes of a father's death and forged in the furnace of betrayal, Flames is what happens when ancient mysticism collides with modern wounds. When Rumi's ecstasy meets raw grief. When sacred rage transforms into scripture.Hasan Kassem doesn't write poetry, he bleeds prophecy. Each line carved from lived devastation. Each verse a resurrection manual for those who've been broken by life but refuse to stay down."What they called ruin, I called rebirth.What they called scars, I called scripture.What they called ash, I called a throne."This collection speaks to:Warriors exhausted from carrying everyone else's weightSouls who've screamed at God and heard only silence scream backThe betrayed who still choose to love with shattered heartsAnyone who knows that sometimes the only way out is through fireDrawing from Sufi masters and Stoic warriors, from mystic ecstasy and modern existential fury, Kassem has birthed a voice that refuses to comfort your illusions. Instead, it torches them, then teaches you to dance in the flames.Warning: This is not poetry for people who want to stay asleep. Every poem is a lit match. Every page, proof that your wounds might be windows to the divine.Not a healing manual. A mirror. And for some, a resurrection

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