–A Lamentation and a Light
Do you still sleep while Gaza dies,
Beneath unyielding, weeping skies?
While orphans dig with bloodied hands,
And hope lies crushed in shattered lands?
While Syria mourns what time forgot,
And Yemen feeds on crumbs of rot?
The Qur’an weeps in Xinjiang’s night,
Where truth is caged and veiled from sight.
The mothers of Rohingya pray,
To keep their stolen dead at bay.
And lands that sang the Prophet’s name—
Now echo silence, shame, and flame.
Two billion strong, yet lost in haze,
Your crescent dims in darkened days.
You are a quarter of mankind,
But walk like ghosts, confused, blind.
Once you were stars that lit the sea,
Now dust that bows too easily.
You weep, you fast, you raise your hand—
But where is faith that dares to stand?
Where is the fire of Khadija’s gold?
Where is the strength of Sumayyah’s hold?
Where is the cry of Hussain so bold—
That made the night itself unfold?
Where is the justice Umar gave?
Where are the hearts Abu Bakr would save?
The grace of Uthman, Ali’s sword—
Where is the echo of our Lord?
The world is burning. You are near.
But do you build, or only tear?
You curse the tyrant’s cruel reign—
But do you cleanse your soul of stain?
You share the pain, retweet the grief,
But leave the wounded without relief.
Your hands are pure, your hearts are wide—
But where’s the will, the selfless pride?
The Prophet ﷺ taught with love and light,
With mercy soft and courage bright.
Not wrath alone, but wisdom deep,
That made the mountains bow and weep.
He did not scream, yet shook the throne.
He walked with truth, and not alone.
And now his Ummah, vast and grand—
Can barely grasp, let alone stand.
You are not weak. You’ve just forgot,
The fire in your chest runs hot.
You were not made for shameful sleep,
But for a world you’re meant to keep.
Not just for you—but all who cry,
Beneath the same unblinking sky.
The earth is sick, the greed is great—
But you can still rewrite its fate.
So rise—not with the sword, but pen,
And build what breaks again, again.
Let trade be fair, let speech be true,
Let mercy crown all that you do.
Let every fast reshape your core,
Let every prayer unlock a door.
Let character outshine the creed,
And plant the tree before the seed.
O Ummah—child of dust and flame,
Your slumber is the tyrant’s aim.
But dawn is near, the East must glow—
The lion wakes. The winds will blow.
You were the light the world once knew.
You are the storm that’s overdue.
So stand, and heal this bleeding earth—
For you were forged in fire… and worth.
