LOG ENTRY #28 – For, You were Iqbal and Rumi’s silent pride

I am not sure whether this is a poem or an ode or … something. I’m not to smart when it comes to all the technical stuff.

What I do know – is that I loved this.

It’s written by Junaid Ali, who is my friend’s cousin and I thought I’d share it with you all today. 🙂


You pierce the ageing heart of mine

Physically damaging it, is an on-going act of thine;

Whenever you raise your hand on your Muslim brother,

You shatter my world of Islamic perfection.

I write on paper, not machine

Like my predecessors, I hope to achieve,

A moment from your precious life

That which you willingly waste.

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