The Undeserved

There’s a girl sitting by the road,

With a one eyed doll,

There’s a directionless man,

With his gaze stuck to the wall.

She cries to be seen, he to be heard,

Lingering on the same path,

Pursuing different ways,

Praying to be saved from this ungodly wrath.

He gulps as his daughter comes to mind,

That baby pink dress he’d got for her,

How we longs to rewind,

It all happened in such a blur.

She stayed confused by the days,

Her chubby legs are tired and sore,

But she can’t find him anywhere,

The him who’d make her two into four.

Together one moment, severed the next,

Debris and blood blocking the way,

Eyes frantic, hands raised to the sky,

Ya Allah, make this a dream preceding the day.

Another shock, another rocky rain,

Another scream, another amputation,

Woe to such a day, such an age,

Where his one arm leads her to the next station.


I suppose you can all guess where I got the poem from, half our people relate unfortunately. I wrote it because we all need to remember, I need to remember, that the little things in life we cry over are not that important. Life goes on, it happens. We all move forward. We shouldn’t start creating issues out of nothing just because our lives are going smoothly to some extent. Be thankful for what you have, ignore baseless arguments and fights because I mean come on, shouldn’t we realise this by now? Shouldn’t we know that we have bigger aims in life than cursing people who don’t agree with us? Or keeping grudges, STOP. No more grudges. Let it go, let yourself feel the peace. Are our problems really that big? Ask yourself that about everything, is this really that important? If it is, go ahead, mark it with red. Otherwise, it’s not worth your time, the time that could be spent positively.

Ramadan is on it’s way, a month that makes being good and positive so easy. Start off the process, be thankful you haven’t experienced the kind of torture most of our ummah has. We forget too easily, and we shouldn’t. START BEING GRATEFUL! Let’s alleviate ourselves from being miserly and hateful and tiny minded. Grow! Let yourself experience how good it feels to let go.

I hope I made sense,


Subconsciously conscious

They caught you immersed by the ocean, didn’t they?

They caught you smiling at the sky,

And when you tried to climb to the top,

They pulled you off and let you die.

Your conscious subconscious is your enemy,

Propagated and naively believed,

You Significant Creature, rise above,

You shall finally feel relieved.

Dwell in your soul,

Paddle across its seas,

You might be but a drop,

But you must let go with the breeze.