Submitted by : repenter86 on Strugle

Sore eyes close, dry lips part.
A flying soul, a broken heart.
Heat waves rise, ice falls down.
scattered dreams form one big frown.
Meandering purpose, a lost ambition.
Hopeless sighs, no more ammunition.
Flightless birds, legless men.
Me and my mind, my hand and my pen.
what can I do?, say or achieve?
What do I want to understand or believe?
Should I try to be blind, so it wont hurt as much.
Should I kill all my faith? should I lose all my trust?
Where are my Ummah? damn if I were a man...
I would be out in the open, there for Islam.
But I am a woman, I am a mother.
My job is harder than any Muslim brother.
I am a teacher and I have my own duty.
But oh how I wish, I could own peace's beauty.
Oh how I wish I could fight for Islam.
Stand up for my self, and for who I am.
Stand up for the starving, the dying and poor,
Stand against the enemies, stand up for the pure.
But I am a woman, just a woman at home.
No one would listen to one woman alone.
I am angry, yes I admit I am mad.
For our Ummah has fallen, and no-one seems sad.
Everyone's smiling, like it'll all be okay.
But when the sky comes down, then what will they say?