Farah

Hijabs, Prayer rugs, Tasbeehs, Salats, Bows, Pilgrimage I started with my creed but I forgot to say Bismillah first Because in the name of God, the most gracious, most merciful I begin my first and last breath with his blessings upon my sinful spirit Let me tell you about us Us meaning we We as a long distance family Reuniting every Ramadan starving til the sun sets freely Down on Earth where we are nothing but dirt Decomposing every second we sin until our second birth Six feet under the ground Too late to turn around So don’t you look at me with those prejudice eyes and expect me to drop a bomb Because I just might drop one on your heart instead through these agonizing words spewing from my core Drowning in my blood The same blood that bleeds red like you and me Because the last time I checked, we are indeed a part of the same species But apparently I’m not a Muslim, my dear brother Work, school, eight hours a day Only to come home to perform ablution to repent for forgiveness for our selfish acts But I’m not a Muslim Visiting the Mosque every Friday for prayer Prayer for peace in the world But I’m still not a Muslim Hijacking planes, blowing up buildings, attacks worldwide by the Taliban in the name of our Lord? Now I’m a Muslim, aren’t I? Don’t you see that these false accusations are messing with your perception of what’s real and what’s fraudulent? Because in order to be a part of Islam I must have a contract binding me to the Al-Qaeda as a form of Jihad Which means dying in the name of our creator Don’t you see we aren’t meant to be mimicked like an evil cult? But no, it happens Yet I am a Muslim With Hijabs, Prayer rugs, Tasbeehs, Salats, Bows, Pilgrimage Continuing on the right path like my brothers and sisters Praying this temporary pain away ‘Til judgement day Inshallah, God willing