AL-HAJAR
It’s Not Raindrops I wish they were— Mother, look outside: Those are warplanes and bombs. I’m the oppressed, not the oppressor. Let me tell you all— They are destroying my right to exist, But not my existing soul. The day will come, and you will fall, Just like the others who disobeyed Him, The One Who is Alone — (ALLAH). I will leave this world, And you too, once and for all. I will be standing under the shade Of my Lord’s (ALLAH’s) Throne. What about you— The one who ignored The basic human role. This is not a conflict, neither a war; These are my basic human rights That have been taken from me Through unjust law. The genocide, the massacre, And the ethnic cleansing Of our brothers, sisters, and children In an odious manner— On this sacred (Muqaddas) land Where every Prophet walked, And the Prophet ﷺ Made his bodily ascension Towards the only God, (ALLAH). I’m writing this on behalf of those Oppressed boys and girls— Who believe that it’s a one-way road Towards war and peace, Until we establish Equal human rights for all.
