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Assalamu alaikom ❤

This time I'm going to share with you all a poem that I made up.

There are Muslims all around the world suffering and we all know it.

We all know what's happening in Syria, Palestine, Egypt, Burma, Iraq, Kashmir and lots and lots of other countries around the world. Children, women and men who are being killed and tortured for nothing but being Muslims.

May Allah (S.W.T) accept from them, support them and grant them Janat Al Firdaws.

Ameen ❤

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So I want u all to guess in who's point of view the poem below is written in 😏
And all those who get it right will get...... Hmmmmm a smile from me 😊😂

Soo erm, here we go,

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I ate my food, that I had just found

behind the bins, on the muddy dirty floor

but then I remembered and sadly, frowned

my siblings, my parents needed it more

carefully, I searched the wrecked playground

full of happy children, this place was known for

the big, candy stained merry-go-round

is now nothing but bloody aftermath of war

after hours of looking around and around

I found nothing but an old empty jar

Mother I'm sorry, nothing was found

everything is just so very bizarre

I fell to my knees, I felt like I drowned

in darkness and misery, not a single star

😢❤

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I know it's not perfect but I think it's okay. Opinions? 😊

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