FreedomFighter
Junior Member
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A few days into their marriage
and she’s walking through the smoke and haze.
She didnt feel right, it was confusing.
As she rushed there and everywhere
she felt weak, nothing seemed real.
Suddenly she saw him, there on the ground.
‘No this couldnt be’ she said.
She put her hands in front of her and prayed,
‘Oh God let this be a dream.’
Inside her head there was a painful scream.
But it wasn’t her screaming inside, she realized.
Everywhere around, it was the people,
as they rushed towards a shelter
that never existed, that could never be found,
and as they rushed towards the dead,
that very well existed and was all around.
She made her way
without realizing nothing,
towards where he lay.
As she sat by him, she could not believe it was him.
All hurt, burnt and bloodied.
Her heart could not beat,
the tears was never ending, but there was no tears.
No words could describe anything she was feeling, if she could feel anything.
And no words could describe what was going around.
(some parts have been editted, it didnt feel very comfartable)
The pain was fading as she closed her eyes.
She heard the sounds of more rockets,
they seemed so far, but they were really close,
that the ground was shaking like an earthquake.
The fire and destruction erupted all around them.
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Somewhere far away on earth,
in a place that seemed a 100 light years away,
and where there was no fear of being hit by rockets,
where children went to school,
and where most people had forgotten about death,
and forgotten about the sufferings of their brothers and sisters,
somebody switched on the tv.
Can you guess what he sees?
It’s the breaking news, the headline reads.
A week of bombs and rockets had killed more than 500 people, says the reporter.
A recent attack has killed more than 40 people.
The destruction is too high, among the dead are children, says the reporter.
Now the screen is showing the protests of the Muslims around the world.
Then the scene changes and the he sees,
the different leaders shaking hands as they show that they are seeking peace.
‘What kind of peace is this?’ he says.
Because he knew this would happen again.
He saw that there was nothing they could do but make agreements on papers
while they are well aware that its not fair.
That the enemy would do it over again.
What is this world, he says. A place where injustice is so abvious,
where you can not feel saved, where you have to lose the ones you love anyway.
This place is not for us, he says. But that doesn’t mean we are meant to suffer.
Oh Muslims come together, for Allah is greatest.
Oh Muslims come united, stand for our brothers and sisters, for Allah is our protector.
Oh Muslims lose not hope, for one day we’ll be victorious.
He smiled as he thought about that day that he was sure of, inshaAllah.
But the smile soon faded as the images appeared again on the screen.
He switched off the tv,
As the world laughed on silently.
A few days into their marriage
and she’s walking through the smoke and haze.
She didnt feel right, it was confusing.
As she rushed there and everywhere
she felt weak, nothing seemed real.
Suddenly she saw him, there on the ground.
‘No this couldnt be’ she said.
She put her hands in front of her and prayed,
‘Oh God let this be a dream.’
Inside her head there was a painful scream.
But it wasn’t her screaming inside, she realized.
Everywhere around, it was the people,
as they rushed towards a shelter
that never existed, that could never be found,
and as they rushed towards the dead,
that very well existed and was all around.
She made her way
without realizing nothing,
towards where he lay.
As she sat by him, she could not believe it was him.
All hurt, burnt and bloodied.
Her heart could not beat,
the tears was never ending, but there was no tears.
No words could describe anything she was feeling, if she could feel anything.
And no words could describe what was going around.
(some parts have been editted, it didnt feel very comfartable)
The pain was fading as she closed her eyes.
She heard the sounds of more rockets,
they seemed so far, but they were really close,
that the ground was shaking like an earthquake.
The fire and destruction erupted all around them.
--------------------------------------------------------
Somewhere far away on earth,
in a place that seemed a 100 light years away,
and where there was no fear of being hit by rockets,
where children went to school,
and where most people had forgotten about death,
and forgotten about the sufferings of their brothers and sisters,
somebody switched on the tv.
Can you guess what he sees?
It’s the breaking news, the headline reads.
A week of bombs and rockets had killed more than 500 people, says the reporter.
A recent attack has killed more than 40 people.
The destruction is too high, among the dead are children, says the reporter.
Now the screen is showing the protests of the Muslims around the world.
Then the scene changes and the he sees,
the different leaders shaking hands as they show that they are seeking peace.
‘What kind of peace is this?’ he says.
Because he knew this would happen again.
He saw that there was nothing they could do but make agreements on papers
while they are well aware that its not fair.
That the enemy would do it over again.
What is this world, he says. A place where injustice is so abvious,
where you can not feel saved, where you have to lose the ones you love anyway.
This place is not for us, he says. But that doesn’t mean we are meant to suffer.
Oh Muslims come together, for Allah is greatest.
Oh Muslims come united, stand for our brothers and sisters, for Allah is our protector.
Oh Muslims lose not hope, for one day we’ll be victorious.
He smiled as he thought about that day that he was sure of, inshaAllah.
But the smile soon faded as the images appeared again on the screen.
He switched off the tv,
As the world laughed on silently.
