Voice of Unity (VOU) - Muslim Youth Magazine

People running
Children screaming
Bombs and gunshots
Shoot my hearing
Blood dripping head to toe
I wish I couldn’t see oh no

As the heart of my heart opened wide
I thought of ‘He’
Possessor of endless majesty
I pondered
At how many superlatives I could ascribe
Or how a pen could justly describe

My dear God I have failed you,
Every day I make you unaware of what fortunes you have provided me with,
And yet still I long for more,
I do not long for your knowledge nor do I long for your blessings,
But I thrive for power and status.

Our body, it is the Nye*,
awaiting for its friend
the soft sad tune
into its interior blown,
and like a river of love and rain,
caress the harshness

Reflection of sunlight ray, once upon a day
I pondered if there was another sky
More serene and fair
Or if existed another sunshine
Which shines a different glare?
Maybe a moon that burns crimson red