I listen to the girls cracking jokes denying God's existence. Life was life. They said they didn't believe in some old man with a beard who decided he was God. What the hell?! Is that really their image of a God? A man with a beard?! Astaghfurallah.
I'm scared of how much they don't understand.
They say there is no heaven.
I want to scream. I feel pain with their words. I want to yell out. Tell them about Islam. But i know they won't understand, they can't.
frustration just overwhelms me, i hate not being able to talk. Silently I disagree fiercely. Silence is not consent. It is objection.
They say you need Jesus in your life.
Inside I smirk.
I'm the one who has Jesus in my life.
They're the ones who need him.
They're the ones crying out for help.
Praying for the creation to save them.
Inside I am an emotional turmoil.
They blame oppression of Islam
They blame stereotypes
All I wanna do is tell them to stop.
Turn them right.
Tell them the truth
But whenever I open my mouth
I run out of words
I imagine putting my hand in murky water
That drags me in.
There is so much i have to say
Not enough time.
Not enough words
To describe anything.
They wont listen. They wont understand. I know.
Silently i object to their synthetic views
They are oppressing themselves.
They wont accept the truth.
Posted by Malekat_el7oriya at Friday, May 15, 2009