Gaza, I'm Sorry.
Gaza, I'm sorry.
We have food on our table to break fast, you have bodies in the morgue to mourn.
We have food in our plates for suhoor, you have bombs, explosions, screams & death to start your day.
We have comfortable houses & beds, you have dust and debris of what have been formerly called, home.
We have celebrations & fireworks to celebrate Ramadhan comes Eid, you have orphans crying for their parents, wives crying for their husbands, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, cousins crying each day.
Gaza, I'm sorry.
We thought we have the whole world, but you have everything.
You have Allah SWT looking over your shoulder.
Each day.
Waiting for you to enter His Jannah invited & guaranteed.
By Him, Himself, One and Only.
Gaza, be strong.
For light will shed upon you.
For victory will be yours to celebrate.
For Jannah waiting & opened their doors widely for you.
But Gaza, I'm sorry.
I am hopeless.
Drifted by the current your enemy brought to sway us apart.
We are swimming towards you.
InsyaAllah,
We'll be there by the shore soon with you.
Gaza, be strong.
It does not end in this world.
This is just the beginning.
For you will be at the highest place near Him whilst we, facing the Hellfire.
Gaza, be strong.
One day, they will not say Palestinians fight like a hero.
They will say,
A hero will fight like Palestinians.
1 comments
بارك الله فيكِ وجزاكِ الله خيراً
ReplyDeleteMay Allah bless you.