Palestine Summer Walk and Virtual Challenge 2024

I wake up with my head on my pillow 

Leaning over to switch off my alarms 

Not a thought leaving my mind 

They wake up on the cement

Though they barley slept a wink 

Without a morsel in their stomach  

I scroll through my feed 

Islamic relief, human appeal, muslim hands 

Searching for something light

They scan the streets 

In dire need of aid 

Searching for the light 

Frustrated, I turn on the tv 

Rubble, destruction, chaos 

The guilt suddenly consuming me 

Saddened, by their reality 

Wailing sirens, cries and screams 

Haunting their ears 

Wanting to do better 

But not knowing how 

Seeking a way to aid 

Their pain becoming more apparent 

More suffocating and terrorising 

Everyday, the same routine of suffering 

 I start to hear their pain 

The same sirens, cries and screams 

Their pleas for help 

Feeling distraught 

I remember the words of the prophet (SAW)

“Whosoever of you sees an evil, let him change it with his hand; and if he is not able to do so, then with his tongue; and if he is not able to do so, then with his heart — and that is the weakest of faith.” (Hadith 34, 40 Hadith an-Nawawi)

I start sharing their stories 

And researching charities 

Islamic relief, human Appeal, Muslim hands 

Their once mellowed voices become heard 

My heart bleeds for those who are suffering 

For those who lack the access to  basic humanitarian needs

My heart bleeds for those who are 

Fighting to survive 

Fighting to be heard 

For those, Not knowing what peace is 

My heart is bleeding though I know it is they who are the ones  who are actually bleeding