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Tara Apr 2019
With each grain of rice I think of you,
when they told you they would no longer give you food,
“Get out”,
“Get out”,
but there’s nowhere to go.

You fled home to save your children.
You left everything behind because of hope,
and here the world has left you,
in torment,
and alone.

I don’t know if you pray, but I pray for you,
each and every one of you.
Tara Apr 2019
Why was I so lucky,
but not all of you?

Why am I here,
without all of you?

God hasn’t been fair.

How does he choose;
who lives a life of lavish?
who lives a life of constant blues?

God’s supposed to protect and guide,
but why has he left you astray?

I pray for you.
I beg for you.
I need the world to care for you.

And if I could,
I’d create a place for you;
a paradise to run through,
to live in,
to let you breathe again.

I’d destroy the world and recreate it for you,
to give your home back,
to give the land to those it belongs.

Wallahi, I’d give it all to you.
We are all the same, but why must you all live with this pain. I'll never understand the world and the cruelty it imposes on the most vulnerable people.
Tara Mar 2019
My hearts been pounding to a beat I’ve never heard before,
maybe I’m finally learning how to accept myself.
Tara Mar 2019
I beg for forgiveness,
as I sin every night,
but I can’t bare looking at the world each day,
knowing it will end,
maybe not for me,
but for someone else.
Tara Mar 2019
50
50,
50 bodies,
50 dead bodies,
50 dead bodies lay still,
50 dead bodies lay still on Jumu’ah,
50 dead bodies lay still on Jumu’ah because who they pray to,
50 dead bodies lay still on Jumu’ah because who they pray to was not the same as the white man,
50 dead bodies lay still on Jumu’ah because who they pray to was not the same as the white man, but Allah has given them the highest place in Jannah.

Neither we or Allah will forget these 50 martyrs,
who's blood was shed by a white man with no love in his chest,
the white man who thought he could,
but will never win.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi raji’un.
I think all our hearts our torn over this event. The reason this tears me so much is the people who were victims, had been victims before, they had ran from their struggles in the 'Middle East', North Africa, South Asia, and other place in the world. They had come to NZ for a better life, more opportunities, and most of all peace. And on their holy day, they were taken away from the world, from their families. Muslims are targeted everywhere, in their own countries, look at Syria, Iraq, Afghanistan, Libya, Lebanon, Somali and in the West where they are seeking peace too. My heart is in pieces at everything happening in our cruel world.
Tara Mar 2019
For the day when I slipped,
and saw the world stripped,
to its bones and down to its knees,
I saw the world for what it was and could ever be,
that day the butterflies flew out my stomach and burned to ash,
as I replaced them with bullets,
and an angry glare,
my heart had broken,
falling like dust into thin air.
Tara Feb 2019
If humans could turn into earthquakes,
I think I’d destroy the world with my shaking hands,
and reluctant thoughts,
my indecisive tapping feet,
and all the worries I carry under my sleeves,

If humans could turn into tsunamis,
I think I’d drown the world with my broken heart,
and pain sliced wrists,
with thoughts of others suffering running through my head,
a vicious cycle,
a story with no end.
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