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I remember how you told me to pray
That a child's prayer is never not answered
And it worked
I held a power
A secret
A speed dial connection
From my heart straight to the heavens
No middle man angels
It had to be from the heart otherwise it wouldn't work
But now I wonder where that heart has gone
It's numb and won't feel
Somewhere buried by the burdens of enticing traps
I tried looking for the door
But I don't want that anymore
I want a heart with no veils
What use is a door
Where there should be no walls
Humanity* these days sounds like fantasy ,
Where there is a world of *Justice
, respect and equality ,
Here's the truth fellow!
You don't know anything,
The place where you live,
Is a place of dreams and longings,
You keep your hopes alive,
Even if someone comes and kills you with a knife,
You hope that it doesn't hurt
But it does!
You say they are not humans,
nor their religion is a religion,
They **** others to keep their faith alive ,
But you think it's okay to make fun of the feelings of billions of lives,
You call it Freedom  of   Speech ,
So they have an excuse of what they did
And they call it Freedom of action,
It may give them satisfaction,
But here's another side of the picture
What those Muslims did in france,
Made   Muhammad  happy ? No  chance!
Muhammad always went through this disrespectful  behaviour , from non Muslims during his life,
But always sent   blessings  on them,
instead of cursing them,
You still say you'll draw cartoons ?
I say for the sake of your Lord
Don't act  like  fools ,
That day shall too arrive,
When you'll see the result of those who misguide
I don't support what had been done in Paris.
But I also don't support what Paris was doing.
Muhammad PBUH never gave Muslims  the right to **** non Muslims just because they disrespect our Messenger but he PBUH taught us to be gentle and kind towards them and guide them about right things.
We don't need to **** in order to strengthen our faith.
But you also have no need to do these kind of foolish acts to show your moral values. Respect others and be respected.
-A Message To The West
O mother!
It is I, I your son.
I never did outrun
the death waiting for me.
Destiny, Martyr to be…

O mother!
I thought of you only
when javelins pierced me.
The memory of your eyes.
Had made me smile in disguise.

O mother!
I lay there helplessly.
My friends could not help me.
But your prayer was enough.
It kept helping me stay tough.

O mother!
The blood kept boiling out.
I let out a low shout.
It was your blood after all,
ran off me like waterfall.

O mother!
With final hiccup I
drowned into darkest sky.
Now I’m sure you’re proud of me.
I know I made you happy.

O mother!
Is this not what you want?
Is it not what you crave?
Your martyr is taking your
Guidance with him to his grave.

O mother!
A bright pink head scarf reveals my position not allowing a disguise.
Piercing eyes set me alight
as you stare me down,
pinched by curious frowns
surrounded with whispering tensions.
Shame floods my pores and drowns me in accusations,
Lowering my gaze
anger courses through my veins
At the disgusting disgrace
of my kind.
Their moments of inhumanity, striking nations with tragedy and a horror stricken pain to the Muslim name.
Islamaphobia fame has spurted to tame and it cannot be held to blame,
For sick
                      T W I S T E D
individuals have stained and hate filled memories remain.
This is not my Islam!
I dare to mention
My heart along with yours
weeps for the innocence lost,
the heartbroken families left behind and the fearful scarred onlookers who survived.
Many people come and go
Many feelings come and go
But
There is always one such feeling,
That we want to stay the same  

**forever
I see bloodshed of innocents every day but that's okay,
I see their families mourning for them but that's okay,
I see their mothers still waiting for them but that's okay,
I see those tears and pain every day but that's okay,
I see how they try to sympathize them with money but that's okay,
I see how senseless and emotionless we have become but you know what?
THAT'S JUST OKAY!
And maybe that's because we don't care for ourselves anymore.
In the quest of finding out what I really am inside,
I am losing what I have,
And now I realize that I have already lost,
What I had and now,
I don't know what I was searching for.
I know that makes no sense.You might think that it is not a poem.And you are right!  That's not.  :) these are only my lame thoughts.
 Dec 2014 Javaria Waseem
belbere
I want to drink the stars
Shine, their constellations running through my veins
Suffocate on their glow
Ragged breaths their edges shred my throat
Did stars always bleed so red?
Would have been longer.
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