Gratitude
They say that even a single word can break the mightiest spirit,
yet you still stand strong and unscathed.
Pious and Formiable with a sinewy frame, I cannot help but thank you.
For you taught this cynical fool how to trust the world again.
It seems like not a day goes by where you're not bombared by malicious words,
all because of your faith and appearance.
No matter how sharp the tongue of the individual,
You stood firm like a concrete wall.
Smiling as you thumbed through your worn Quran,
You said nothing much more than a prayer.
You who showed me to write for the sake of others.
You who showed me the brightest parts of the human condition.
I thank you for instilling my desire to bridge the world together.
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