Hate these men

I hate seeing these men. 

The men who, in the blink of an eye, take away all that I care about. 

One by one, piece by piece,

They are all gone 

Leaving me here to think about what I have left 

But even so, 

A part of me doesn’t even know

What I’ve lost.

They believe that they are battling for the sake of justice,

Safeguarding us by eradicating even the weakest ant,

Filling our lives with misery all the while.

Nothing more than “hero” no one wanted nor needed.

Wishing I could put myself to use instead of standing idle

Only to forget about all the misery that I am in.

Forgetting my place and where I stand,

that I am one of them.

Useless, that of a pebble.

My lovely town turned into nothing but dirt. 

The smiles of those I used to call my friends 

now buried deep beneath the surface.

Worse than my blank expressions. 

The stench of blood fills the air. 

And so I close my eyes and try to recall 

the beauty of my mother's tanned skin 

before it was tainted 

Longing for the touch of her warm hands. 

As the ash falls, it becomes difficult to breathe. 

Formed as a result of a disagreement between two countries

Desperate for control.

Missing the laughter of my beautiful friend Hassan. 

The streets were significantly quieter without his sing-song voice.

The cries of my baby sister replacing his tune

Hoping that one day we will reunite in the gardens above. 

Hoping that every pious soul ends up there 

Hoping that these wicked men don’t make it up there. 

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I close my eyes 

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3

Repeating 

Ina mعya rabi syahdeen 

Indeed my Lord is with me and he will guide me through 

In between breathes 

Only being able to have tawakul 

The concept of being grateful and knowing that no matter what, God is on my side.

I am left with nothing but four words 

To repeat 

Ina mعya rabi syahdeen