Awake

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Coming to the realisation, as the people around the world suffer.
As the world watches as we do nothing, just because of the hatred we harbour.
They’re running out of time, just trying to find the exit.
We live in a country less sympathetic, allergic to refugees, pushing for brexit.
Set sail, take heed, offer help. I hear the cries.
We cannot make dua or offer wealth. Did we really try?
Sitting at a distance as we embrace our loved ones but we don’t understand.
Sitting behind the screens while the world just doesn’t give a damn.
The question I ask is,
Are we really awake?
Are we fully conscience of the decisions we make?
Worship our lord, I know we all fall short.
We’re trailed and tested and Allah knows our fate.
But are we doing all we can to help the people, the people suffering.
I fear that it may just be too late.
#Areyouawake?

A Smile Amidst Chaos

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The dusty air brings water to my eyes
But my heart is filled with more than just the tears
My eyes see more than just the depression
I could never tell the truth from the lies
Sunshine seeps into my haven
Morning sun, a cup of tea and a peace of mind
Cracks in the terrace
The same cracks that show a glimmer of hope time to time
A head filled with pain and worries
Is also a head filled with precious memories I’m too content, sometimes atleast
A sense of belonging
I’m where I’m meant to be
Even if it is not where I’m supposed to be
I remind myself, I too forget, at times
A walk nearby shows me more than any Story I’ve ever heard
For people walking by
Surely I’ve seen the world
I can be alone
By no means am I ever lonely
I’m surrounded
With familiarity, security, family
God help my soul
For it is you who gives
If not, its you who guides
A smile amidst chaos
There are many reasons to be alive

Hours to death

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I’m alone in my room

The sound of silence is making me nervy

But I confidently drink a glass of alcohol

I ease myself and think about the life I have lived

I have nothing to be proud about

I have nothing to be sad about

I thought I had everything I ever wanted

My money couldn’t buy me happiness

It cannot buy time

The gentle breeze coming through the open window

Brushes my motionless face

I realize I’m still alive

I’m breathing slower now

I remember god

I thank him for everything he has done for me

I close my eyes

I pray