(Cry of a Palestinian child in the background of Gaza massacre) ....
Poems forever
By Robert Frost
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.
By Abid Agha
(Cry of a Palestinian child in the background of Gaza massacre)
I have done nothing to provoke the enemy,
Yet I tremble before their barbaric cruelty.
They have destroyed my toys and my books,
Forcing me to seek refuge beneath open skies.
My playground is now a burial yard,
A resting place for coffin-less dead.
My school no longer stands on this earth—
I have lost my parents, my friends, my worth.
I cannot sleep through these fearful nights;
The air reeks of bullets and blood in twilight.
With a frightened heart, gripped by helplessness,
I call out to Muslim ummah across the globe:
Where were you when I cried for rescue?
Where were you?
When I was made homeless,
Where were you?
When my parents' bodies were riddled with bullets?
Almighty, my childhood lies lost in the fumes of bombs,
Once-peaceful Gaza now lives only in songs.
Inhuman brutality is etched deep in my mind;
My soul bleeds each time this episode rewinds.
Let the Day of Judgment come—
I will stand before all Muslims of this cruel world,
In the presence of Allah Almighty,
To demand my unwavering justice.
By Memoona Mukhtar
I came crying into this cruel world,
They made me smile every moment.
I am grown up now, but they still make me happy,
Providing me with everything before I even need it.
When the world makes me feel weak,
When the world breaks me,
They are always there for me, every time,
Keeping me under their shade.
They endure the hardships of the world,
They pray for spring in my life,
While living in autumn.
I learned it a little late,
That they are my only well-wishers in this cruel world.
Now, it's my turn to be there for them,
For always and always.
By Hissam Ali
I bear witness that, except Allah, there is no god,
In this truth, my heart finds peace.
Muhammad (SAW) is the last messenger of my Lord,
A guiding light that will never cease.
Through every trial, through every test,
For Allah's mercy knows no end,
I hold this faith within my chest,
And on His guidance, I depend.
The Prophet's path, so pure, so clear,
His teachings shine, a radiant star,
A ray of hope forever near,
Guiding my soul, no matter how far.
Walk this righteous way,
Faith as strong as mountains high.
In every moment, every day,
I'll strive for pure faith until I die.
I bear witness with every breath,
For He is the One, the Eternal, the Just.
To live for Allah until my death,
Hissam Ali, in Allah alone, place thy trust.
