Ignorance prevails in Muslim lands.
I see their judgmental stares.
I can almost read what their minds think.
I can almost hear the words they say.
Born and bred in these lands,
Raised within a family that claims to believe,
Carrying names that proclaims their deen,
And yet I am not safe from sharp tongues.
Ignorant remarks stab me like a knife,
And stares make me wish I wasn't there.
What have we become? Why are we this way?
I've made my choice and it can't be changed,
And yet ignorance cuts deep.
I struggle and I hold on,
And I hope in the end, I shall be rewarded.
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This Road
PoetryRating: G A collection of poetry written from real life experience. ©Sharifah Zaid AlHadhrami, 2013 Cover: Zammurad