keep crying

Burning tears trickling down his small face,
His soft brown eyes searching for his parents…
Do you know where they are?
I’ll tell you…

In a dark alley their bodies are scattered on the dismantled pavement,
Sand covering their faces,
Yet there is something about their faces.
Their lips curled into a gentle smile.

Their fragile lives have come to an end,
It was their time to face their fate.
A fate which could be fatal for some and blissful for others,
No one know but the one and only Allah (swt).

Can you spare tears for his loss?
The child is your blood as much as he is mine,
He is my brother,
No human will hold him at night but it is fine…

Burning tears trickling down his small face,
His soft brown eyes searching for his parents…
Do you know where they are?
May their souls rest in peace…

The boy is in a good place,
He does not know what MP3 is but he has something we all yearn to have.
He has the creator protecting him,
Do you not know that Allah (swt) loves the orphan child?

Don’t wipe away your tears,
Moan and remember the time ticking for you.
Feel the pain of the innocent,
Feel it like you have never felt it before.
For that might just save us from our own destruction.