My Heart Is In Palestine

My heart Is In Palestine

The bodies covered in a shroud.
They’re screaming, and I can hear them
What is our fault?
What exactly did we do that was so wrong?
This is completely unfair.

The bombardment noises keep the children awake at night.
They should be resting and listening to a lullaby at this time.

The fear of being murdered.
The anxiety of losing one’s parents.
Fear of losing your children.
Have you ever had it happen to you?

They aren’t terrorists.
They are victims of oppression.
They are powerless.
They feel grateful even after they have been killed.
They are aware that they are shaheed.
They are well aware that they are on their way to Jannah.

Syeda Maheen Bukhari