“Woe to the Rebels!” (ويل لكم يا شباب الخوارج)

You dreamt of days of cavaliers upon heaving chargers, lances levelled, swords drawn, ripping through ranks of worthy foes arrayed; martyrdom's price would not go left unpaid. But you're no knight, the bit's between your teeth; corrupted hands you placed your reins beneath. They grip and rip and tell you where to turn and spur …

“Undeserved Pride” (تكبّر غير مستحق)

Chin aloft; standing on the shoulders of giants - pissing on their heads!

“Misguided Misguider” (ضال مضلل)

I ask a lost man his address. Arrogantly, he shows me a globe. "I'll reinvent the wheel!" shouts that nearly-dead man. He shows me a cube.