"Can you hear me?"
In the land where time has lost its count,
We witness horrors that make hearts mount,
Dead bodies drenched in crimson stain,
Killing before our eyes, causing endless pain.
In the depths of sorrow, I stand alone,
Lost amid the years that have come and gone.
A sea of blood, where once was peace,
My paradise turning into a graveyard, like a fierce beast.
In the midst of this endless war, I stand,
Lost in a world where chaos reigns, hand in hand.
Countless years have passed, yet the pain remains,
As the sight of blood-stained bodies haunts my every frame.
Through the years of suffering, we’ve endured the pain,
Now in this modern era, where justice should reign.
But can anyone hear me, amidst this despair?
My bleeding homeland, does anyone even care?
In the year 2023, this so-called modern age,
Where justice should prevail, injustice takes the stage.
My homeland bleeds every second, wounds unhealed,
A sea of crimson, its pain forever sealed.
The echoes of injustice, they deafen my ears,
As waves of a bloody sea crash with tears.
In this modern era, where rights should prevail,
Evil forces silence us, our voices frail.
Can you hear the cries of innocence lost?
Children slaughtered, at an unimaginable cost.
Traumatized souls, their families torn apart,
Their homes ablaze, etched forever in their heart.
Our paradise, now a graveyard consumed by fire,
A place where only demons thrive and conspire.
The heavens weep, showering down bombs of pain,
While the earth trembles, offering refuge in vain
My place, once a haven, now a land of despair,
Where those who claim to be gods bring terror and scare.
The sky rains fire upon my wounded land,
And the earth, it offers solace but only to the hand.
The sun rises, bearing witness to each unjust act,
And sets with the night, casting shadows so exact.
Can you hear me, as I scream in despair?
My pleas for help, lost in the air.
Six prayers we offer, the sixth one in mourning,
Can you hear the echoes of grief and yearning?
But our cries fall on deafened ears,
Ignored by those who choose not to hear.
Others turn a blind eye, unaware,
Even the birds pray for our freedom, a rare affair.
Yet humans, with their stone hearts, remain untouched,
Unable to hear our cries, as if they’re hushed.
But you forget, you are not God, not the final decree,
For Allah watches over us, and hears every plea.
He sees the screams, even of the souls long gone,
We don’t need your armies, for our faith keeps us strong.
Humanity fades, hearts turn into stone,
Forgetting they’re not gods, they’re not alone.
There is a Higher Power watching us all,
Seeing the suffering, hearing each soul’s call.
Yet in our darkest hour, we find solace within,
For Allah, our God, is present, listening to our din.
He sees the pain and hears our pleas,
Even when the world turns its back with ease.
Faith keeps us strong, as we offer prayers day and night,
Seeking solace in the darkness, hoping for a guiding light.
We stand united in our belief, unyielding and strong,
For our Allah watches over us, correcting every wrong.
We need no army to fight this plight,
For our faith, our eman, shines ever so bright.
Death holds no fear, for we embrace our fate,
Protecting Masjid al-Aqsa, even if it seals our state.
In the realm of Islam, our faith takes flight,
As we seek knowledge, seeking His divine insight.
With every step, we strive to grow and learn,
To deepen our connection, His grace we yearn.
Even if you mutilate our bodies, silence our speech,
We will never lose hope, we’ll continue to teach.
Protecting Masjid-e-Aqsa, even at the cost of our breath,
You may take innocent lives, but not their eman, their faith.
Meeم A’yن
