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Poetry

This morning,

the wall they planted raised with the early sun

climbed high

towards the shadowy sky.

A tiny, lifeless body,

All wrapped in white,

Janazah prayers are done,

Day turns to night.

 

Would someone help stop the battle,

 

I can't hear the sound of my rattle.

 

Little stars up in the sky

 

You light the heavens way up high

 

Allah has placed you there to shine

 

You are amongst His wondrous signs

poetryI often think when I might sin,
What if the Angel would come to me then?
Would I want to be risen doing that sin?

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