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I'm not what you believe
:salam2: to all!
This poem is a thought to the ones who in a bleesed month like Ramadan are still fighting instead of praying.
You can crash my head under you feet,
you can pull me on the street.
Give me your anger and I'll give you my love,
hate me and I'll love you,
you can do anything you're able to do,
you can even throw me into the trash
and I'll not react to your actions.
I'll be silent,waiting until you will tire;
no matter if you harmed me,I forgive you,
no matter if you hated me as the warmth of the fire:
I forgive you;
no matter if you won upon me:I raise my white flag up,
but please,stop your acts and pray with me.
Calm your veins and be quiet now:
it's Ramadan,if you want to make me the war,
please wait and let me stay far from your troubles.
Don't you see every muslim is fasting today?
Why don't you come here and stay?
Why don't you pray?Why do you still delay?
Ya Rabby,forgive all the ones who're losing their souls
ignorating this blessed month but fihting till death,
forgetting what Allah recommended them.
