Asalama Laykum wa Rahmatulah wa barakatuhu
with the announcement of Ramdan starting on sunday InshALLAH!
Do you care for me,
I am the lost child in a rubble of madness. Torn down, by my own.
I am the orphan. I am the one whose sadness overwhelms.
I am the one that has no home. I am the one who awaits in secrecy, hoping no one catches me.
I am the one who has disappeared, no account remains of me.
I am the one who has witnessed everyone I ever loved, beaten to the core.
pray for me
I am the mother that has left her shelter to save her son.
I am the woman that has held her dead child in her blood flowing arms.
I am the one who has been bashed at the head, do you see my heart bleeding?
I am the one that has had her dignity ripped off, there goes my scarf, do you see my hope leaving?
I am the one who has been violated, every part of my body.
I am the one who has witnessed my husband tortured, murdered right before me.
I am the mother that has left her shelter to save her son.
I am the woman that has held her dead child in her blood flowing arms.
I am the one who has been bashed at the head, do you see my heart bleeding?
I am the one that has had her dignity ripped off, there goes my scarf, do you see my hope leaving?
I am the one who has been violated, every part of my body.
I am the one who has witnessed my husband tortured, murdered right before me.
pray with me,
I am the man whose heart beats, bleeds, and keep it up high.
I am the man that has been blindfolded, my freedom has been taken from me.
I am the man that awaits for peace ” Can’t they see my pain? My peace no longer remains.
I am the man whose tears flow in agony.
I am the man that has to flee from my own home, I no longer have property.
I am the man that puts his head to the floor begging for a little mercy, ALLAH is the only One that can help me.
I am the man that asks you, why haven’t you prayed for me?
I am the man whose heart beats, bleeds, and keep it up high.
I am the man that has been blindfolded, my freedom has been taken from me.
I am the man that awaits for peace ” Can’t they see my pain? My peace no longer remains.
I am the man whose tears flow in agony.
I am the man that has to flee from my own home, I no longer have property.
I am the man that puts his head to the floor begging for a little mercy, ALLAH is the only One that can help me.
I am the man that asks you, why haven’t you prayed for me?
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