Friday the holiest day of the week,
An Eid Day,a gift from Allah,
A day you congregate for prayers in your best clothes with bukhur,
A day you feast together,
Help the sick and weaker.
On this day Adam was created,
Made to enter paradise,
The best day on which the Sun had risen,
And this chosen day of Allah,
Became a day of martyrdom,
Evoking in every heart tears of Kerbala.
From children, youth to aged,
From abled to disabled,
Migrants, refugees, students and professionals
Who came to make a better life for themselves and their families,
Instead were riddled with gunshots.
A grandfather unknowingly  welcomed the terrorist for Salah,
Some still in prayers unaware,
Others in prostration beseeching
forgiveness for their sins
One died whilst still reciting the Quran,
The pages of Quran soaked with his blood bear witness on the day of Judgement,
A young woman who sheltered her husband in wheel chair from gunshots,
Her life not spared,
Others seeing the children and women shot fought valiantly with their bare hands,
But, in the end gunned down.
Religion, creed, caste, colour or citizenship should be put aside,
Taking innocent human life must be stopped,
Let us all join hands and strive for peace,
In the eyes of Allah they are martyred,
A pure and blessed death, directly a place in Jannat.
Bukhur an inscense burnt to give a sweet smell
Salah prayers