When a dust rises when in dark,
Can you see it on the hills?
Of this world’s drama which we live,
Just tolerated and I’m living on the edge,
They have returned up to the heaven,
Just to Allah.
Ever since then my smile was partial,
And my heart breaks for the scratched flowers,
Monsters around them were taking them down,
Felt the soreness deep in their souls,
With one fight based against my Islam.
This heart of mine is blowing up.
Sadness rustling through blood,
And awakens my veins to collide,
In a bigger voice I can just say,
No human can define who you were,
No pen can write what you've been on,
I can smell the victory’s coming,
The world is too heavy stone,
All from inland to the oceans,
We will judge every one of them,
Together we will stand to Allah’s,
Asking for forgiveness and,
Eternal paradise’s top for you.
I dedicated this #Poem to my brother and sisters, Deah Shaddy Barakat, his wife, Yusor Mohammad Abu-Salha, 21, and her sister, Razan Mohammad Abu-Salha, 19, who were gunned down in Chapel Hill.