Black day in Peshawar

pakistan, peshawar

Say goodbye love,

I’m only going to school, I’ll see you later.

She said, before she perished

Now you’re in my prayers forever

Now we cannot pray together

All I have is this shock, pain and silence

My tears just won’t stop

I drop, to my knees

Asking, Pleading, Screaming

God! Tell me this is not true. Please!

I’m gasping for air, I just can’t breathe

They lift me up

They try to calm me down

I’ve lost my child! I shout!

I crumble to the ground

I run outside,

I see my neighbour

Sitting on the street

She doesn’t blink or try to speak

I’m told she lost her children too,

Mohammed, Ayesha and Mariam. All three.

I take her hand and hold it tight

I wipe my tears and try to fight

It’s not just my child

They were not just somebody’s children

They were children for the future

Now they’re children of heaven

This isn’t just their issue, It’s our issue,

Stand up world.

Pray for the children who were killed today.

Pray for Peshawar

Pray for a better world.

Bug

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This despicable hindrance 
Had my life on track
But ever since I got struck
I’ve been moving backwards
Time is of the essence
Which for me is insufficient 
A moutain to climb 
In so little time
Made worse with a curse
No, that’s just too much
A bug to put it simply
I can’t think straight
Especially with this headache
Sweet routine, collapsed desire
Broken drive
Really I can go on and on
The effects of this nuisance 
I won’t say this is luck
I don’t believe in luck
I just know that i’m stuck
With this annoying bug.

168 hours

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This week marks the culmination
A reward of patience
Though this is just the begining
This is fate
I tell myself to forget the past
Open my mind and start a new chapter
Im prepared for the hard work
More so for what comes after
But first I need to get through this obstacle
The longest week ever
Or so it may feel like
I feel like an old prince
My throne is overdue
I must act. I have no time to think
If I can just get through these 168 hours
Then i’ll feel like a king

Elle est Belle

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Elle est Belle
Je Commence
Excusez moi mademoiselle
Comment tu t’appelles?
And that’s where I stop
Must be her French allure
Her pull
She has me
All these thoughts come crashing
kamikaze
Bonjour
Je ne parle pas francais
Simply apology
All I know is Elle est Belle
For love is a four letter word
I can say, I can spell
Just not in French

Rectify

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Harsh reality
I learnt that the hard way
Stricken with anxiety
I chase my desires
Dive into a world full of fallacies
I wonder how long I will last
On temporary remedies
Searching for answers within my memories
I fall to my knees
I answer the call to prayer
I so often neglected
The idea of religion being a form of medication
I once rejected
I’m drawn in my time of need
All I have is God
I remind myself everytime I fall
And when it’s time, I answer the call.
To prayer.