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In the Name of the God

Will You Kill Us All

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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

My Friend & I

My soul is filthy with hatred & loathing
Its like I’m on fire,yet nobody sees it
The screaming & shouting cuts me like glass
Still I tried to live in the house of shards
For I had a hope in a beautiful face
Who left me behind confused & afraid
Turn off the lights & lock the door
This night is ours and I need nothing more
Don’t leave me my friend I need you tonight
Only you know how hollow I am from inside
Their piercing eyes would label it a crime
“How coward she is,to take a bottle of pills”
Soon it will be over no need to worry
& if the angles won’t accept me, like in every story
I will survive even in hell
For his love awaits after this death

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Dark Night

I close my eyes and take a knife
Took a deep breath and stab it in my chest
I twist it hard trying to destroy my heart
Thick red blood is dripping hard and fast
Strange how with every stab I make
I feel my pains going away
I look around at this peaceful glow
Beautiful,like petals of roses scattered in the snow
The pain the grief the sadness the jealousy the agony
All seem to be healing in a blissful ceremony
One final look for the one last sign
And I find my self in the same old time
Don’t you worry my dear,don’t even cry
Soon I’ll doze off again,and start it all again

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