Strong

Strong

A Poem by Shama Zara
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Psychological outpour.

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Let's leave it as this,
For those who think I'm not strong,
Judge me with the worst intentions,
And I'll prove you wrong.

My life is worth every second,
I live it for the sake of Allah,
I don't mask myself in disguise,
With hatred, materialism and pride.

This is real,
My jihad suffers by every breath,
Taken by every moment alive,
While others face death.

I know I'm not perfect,
And I thank the Lord I'm not,
For what I am I'm proud to be,
Innocent, alive faithful and free.

Don't you want to know why?
What's the real reason to live?
Am I the only one who cares?
When I see no one who dares,
To ask the questions deep inside our hearts?

God, we've all fallen apart.
You can talk peace,
Walk for peace,
Want peace,
But not practice it?

I show what I am, A Muslim.
I'm not ashamed or scared.
I'm here to spread and share,
With everyone my religion.

I'm here to live,
For One God.
Call me extreme; just tell me I'm not strong,
But then again judge me,
And I'll prove you wrong.

© 2008 Shama Zara


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