Story

Ever wonder if
My story is the same
For you and me?

Do we see beauty
The same way?

Do you picture
The flower
As I describe it to you?

Can you see the beauty
The way I see it?
Or do you see it
In your own way?

What I had seen with my eyes
And what lies in you mind
Remains a mystery
For both us

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Justice

What is justice?
When it’s blinded by hate

What is justice?
When it’s all planned

What is justice?
When media overruled the court

What is justice?
When verdict is laid before finding evidence

What is justice?
When accusation is stronger than defence

What is justice?
When the judges are politically picked

What is justice?
When people wanted punishment more than reason

UnAmerican

I’m not an American
I never am
I lived somewhere else

So I was surprised
When I read
That children
Were seperated at the borders
That immigrants were sent back

I say
“what’s wrong?”
We turned away boats
That came across the strait
Immigrants hide in our jungles
Indonesians are our maids
Bangladeshi served out meals
Burmese in our markets

And yes
We have processing facilities
And yes
We have Trumptards who want them away
In the recent election

What if America stops being America?
Forget all those freedom thing
Forget the promise of a dream
Forget being the land of the free
Not that brave to lock up children

What if America
Be just like any other country
Just like mine
Troops within border
No foreign intervention
Protect them all you want
Wall it up
No one cares
When America is not America

Seeking refuge

“I seek refuge in God from the cursed Satan”

Everyday

I am being reminded

that I am a refugee

Even with a home

to call my own

 

I am reminded

that my Prophet too

seek refuge

and those before him

 

I am reminded

that we all seek shelter

and protection

 

So why don’t we call

those

on the other side of the fence

“our brothers”?

Don’t we all seek His refuge?

Masks

I keep some masks

that I would wear

 

I put one

in front of my boss

Oh what a good employee I was

 

I took it off

in front of my mates

We are buddies things are great

 

I put one

on my way out

So when my child greets me

She’ll happily shouts

 

I keep it on

ever cheery

What a good father I’ll be

 

When the light is off

safe and cozy

I show myself

the true me

Third of Eid

“No more”

“No more”

“Please no more”

My tummy would beg me to stop

the shock

of feasting

On the third day of Eid

“Fasting wasn’t that bad”

Now I battled Constipation

and Indigestion

“The World Cup! Pass those snacks”

“Aww hell no!”