A flag.
Green, white, red and black.
A people.
Blossoming of purity, courage and unity.
A chosen people of god.
Their faith an inspiration,
Their ever lasting love,
Their courage our motivation,
To fight against wrong.
Olive Gardens blossom,
As their red blood spills.
White body bags filled with children
Mothers holding their kids.
A flag, green, white, red and black.
A people, , blossoming of courage despite being in white body bags.
.For the martyr's in Palestine 💚🤍
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I write a poem when a feeling is so intense, I feel I may combust.
What I feel today, I don't really understand.. Or maybe i do i am simply scared to come to terms with it again. I feel myself loving again. Unlike the first time it ever happened, it is awfully painful. I am struggling between letting myself just love and protecting myself.
I place my pen down. Usman taking over my thoughts, I pick it back up. Art flowing through me, a poem. A feeling so intense I feel I may combust.
When i see him, i am consumed with joy. My Usman.
I love Usman.
I know this because when my head touches my floor, submission to my lord, it is Usman i pray for, it is Usman's name I repeat in Sajda, in tahajjud, in submission.
And sometimes, it's okay. Because he loves me too.
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Quick something, I'm so busy with Uni exams coming up and the Palestine protests.
May Allah have Rahma on their souls ❤️🖤
I also noticed we have 1k reads! 1k in 21 chapters that's almost 50 of you reading this book.
It may sound small but I always assumed that Wattpad was a dead app, and I'd be writing to myself.
I appreciate all of you 🫶
What my friends and family couldn't do for me you have.
There's so many of you I don't know, so if you could leave just a comment on this chapter, I'd love that.
Appreciation to specific readers who's names Id recognize in my sleep😂
Hadeeza_jada amiirah_aa hauwaaaaau
Ps. I tried tagging some of you but it's not working 😭
Mimi_noor
AleeyahIbrahim.
Nafisah.
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