The battle of righteousness!

I sat on the groundwith my broken piecesshattered around.Blood was dripping from the skyand Allah was watching me cry.Tears were slowly streamingand the winds were screaming.The mountain I was trying to climbto reach the heavens of desire and lovebroke into pieces and I fell from above. I hit myself so hard that I couldn't feel … Continue reading The battle of righteousness!

POETRY: The blast and the little boy…

I don’t know if it was a dream because it was something, I couldn’t believe. I saw a boy with tears in his eyes and fire burning his hope alive. He quietly looked up and to God, he prayed “please kill me once and not every day.” I couldn’t watch so I ran and hugged … Continue reading POETRY: The blast and the little boy…

I didn’t give up…

I wrote this in high school, around eight years ago. But it still gives me hope. Sometimes I feel like the things I wrote in my early days are better than what I write now. Maybe because they came straight from the soul.... It's a feeling that can't be put into words.... I didn’t give … Continue reading I didn’t give up…