I laugh, but I no longer feel it I joke but no longer find it amusing I eat the food but no longer taste it I smile at my child But images of lifeless children Fog my vision I try to escape Watch something else Read something else But it stings like betrayal How can tears be all That I have to offer? Will I be forgiven For watching And living on? I cry for their pain But I envy them too You see, even their dead ones Are more alive than us Nay, they are alive, with their Lord, and they have provision. They rejoice in what Allah has bestowed upon them of His Bounty [Surah al-Imran] They are rejoicing, living With their Lord. They no longer fear the bombs Nor the shells They no longer grieve Their loving dead Even their fear in this world Their grief Made them more alive Than what we feel Their hearts met Allaah Long before their souls did So despite my tears for them I envy the honor their Lord Bestowed upon them Perhaps I should keep These tears for myself For I missed out on What they gained.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 15:25:10 +0000
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