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The words that you will read, are not JUST words to me, they are my Tears, my Smiles, my Butterflies in the Stomach, my Love, my hate, my War,my Fate.

I Ask “You”

The Smoke, the Fire, the Gunshots,the Sirens

The Cries of the Grieving

The Whispers among the Living

The Humanity is Leaving

The Fear is Roaming

In the Name of the God

Will You Kill Us All

Or The Lust for Power Lurking in Your Veins

Will let the World end up in Flames

When I Miss You

I am chasing my dream to go back in time

With a blade in my hand I sing the old rhyme

They ask me ,What do I Miss?

I wanna say everything, though I remember nothing

The cold steel hits the warm skin of my arm

The pain brings back the once forgotten past

Your calm voice in my ears

A Beautiful smile, I haven’t seen in years

I saw the old you

The happy, the pure, the real you

But you go away as the pain goes away

I need to cut again If I wanna see you again

 

A Letter From a Muslim

My Dearest French Brothers and Sisters!

    Today the media gave me a terrible news about an inconsolable loss. I saw an innocent nation under attack for the reasons I cannot understand. Once again, today I saw fear and panic in the eyes of many French fathers,  mothers,  brothers,  sisters,  aunts,  uncles. And all of this was done in the name of a religion that condemns hatred and violence, MY religion, ISLAM.

    So my dear French Brothers and Sisters believe me when I say “I know What You’re Going Through”. I won’t Have to imagine the pain of your loss because I can feel it. Trust me when I say that when tonight you’ll sleep with fear, so will I. You will fear the terror of 13/11, and I will fear the consequences of 13/11. Believe me, when the gunshots of this day will haunt you in the later days, the same sounds will taunt me about the guaranteed sorrow and darkness in my future days.

    For you see my French Brothers and Sisters, today muslims shot and killed so many honest and innocent people of France, yet it wasn’t the “MUSLIMS” who fired the gun that took the life of a loving husband or of a courageous son or of a protective brother. It wasn’t the “MUSLIMS” who killed themselves in the suicide bomb attacks and ended the life of a passionate painter or of a righteous politician or of a sweet and hardworking teacher. All of this was done by heartless creatures who label themselves as Human as well as Muslims.

    But Alas, my Friends the world won’t see this, for the grief and pain and sadness and sorrow and anger and hatred will blindfold them. And you will see, it won’t be long before the hatred towards Islam will spread throughout the entire western world.

    My Friends when you will stitch the wounds of your loved ones today, I will try to mend the hearts of all those children who will be bullied because their name is either Muhammad or Ahmed. And when tomorrow will come and you will mourn your innocent loved ones, I will grieve for the dishonour of my Pure and Holy Religion.

     So you see my French Brothers and Sisters You and I are not that different. Our loss,our pain is the same. Our Hearts grieve while our eyes weep for the same reason. The only difference is that all of the Muslims say “ We Stand With You France”, however the West never says “We Stand With You ISLAM”.

                                                                                      

                                                                                      Regards

                                                                                 A True Muslim

Farewell

AUTHOR’S NOTE : On D’verse there was a post about Japanese Death poems, how the monks and literate people would write their last words or messages. I was so inspired by it that I  thought of writing my own Death poem.( I am not dying or anything just how would I say Farewell to my loved ones.) When I thought of “my Loved ones” the first person that came to my mind was my sister. She is 4 years younger than me and I love her more than I love myself but the thing is, my love can never be equal to the love that she has for ME. When we were kids I once got a bad cut on my chin, it needed a few stitches. So when my mom took me to the ER ,the ER nurse stood there with the medical kit and asked my mom who is the patient, cause both of us ( me and my sis) were crying so hard as if both had a cut on their chins and they both needed stitches.That is her love for me, that even though I was the one who got hurt but she felt it as if it was she. I won’t say I love her to the moon and the back because the love we share cannot be measured by anything.

FAREWELL

There I lay on my broken bed
Like a princess from the fairytale we once read
Your tears splash upon my face
Like dew drops on wet leaves in summer days
My soul aches with the sound of your cries
I wish I could hold you tight and tell you it’ll be alright
Just close your eyes and think of all those times
That meant nothing, but were one of a kind
Warm fingers tingle the lifeless hands
Cold lips yearn for a kiss before it all ends
My mind is in a whirlpool trying to find a way
For the little words that I never get to say
“I love you, I’ll miss you and this’ll all be okay
I’ll be always be with you for every sec of every minute of every day”

Winter

There are voices in my head

Urging me to fight the winter’s chill

There’s a bleeding heart in my chest 

Scared of the ice cold touch that leaves you in the dark 

There’s a blazing fire inside my soul

I try to hide before it burns this wintry bleak world of yours

Cross Roads

Now again I am standing at the cross roads

With empty soul,while my heart stays at your door

I long for a kiss in the sun and in the rain

The one that’s suppose to heal all of the pain

What is right and what is wrong

Tired of waiting I lose faith and hope

Every night I look up to the skies

And asks GOD for a different life

“I am tired, I’m confused, I can’t make it” I say

HE gently smiles and shows me a sign each day