ASSALAMUALYKUM
This is deticated to my awsome brother from another mother @IISADZYII wELL SHE'S not really my brother its because shes like a tomboy so we made up shes my brother from another mother and im her sister from another mister but i still take her as my brother from another mother Love u sadiyah ...
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This is my poems of my own which my little sister and I done it was actually hard doing it ... its a kinda story first and then theres 2 poems well i hope you enjoy it this is my first one i made
Ummm The poems have no names so I gues will just call it poem ...
Maher zain freedom nasheed is on the side I didnt know what to put up sorry its really good this is one of my fav ... you can listen to it after the poem if its gonna distract you
well here goes the poems and the others ..
hope you enjoy
Her last words rang in my ears,like an alarm, as she closed her eyes forever and she let go of my hands.I screamed, this couldn't be happening;this couldn't be the last time my mum breathed! I buried my head in her chest as a loud bang followed by a scream and the sayings of my mothers last words were spoken "La illah ha illa Allah!"I could hear voices outside my home,now known to me as the Dump.But it was still my home and i wasn't ready to lose it the way i lost my mom and dad.The voices carried on and then there were footsteps.I gasped and kept silent.I didn't dare breath or move a mucsle until the voices and footsteps went away.There were more gunshots and more screaming.This was now part of my life,actually all my life,and i couldn't escape.I wanted to wake up from this monstrous nightmare but every time i opened my eyes,there was a bang,a crash and a scream.
Is this the meaning of life?
POEM
My heart is with my land,
But now it's all rubble and sand.
My parents soul was taken out,
By Israil when I gave a out screams and shouts.
But even then,
It feels like it will never end.
Still there's cries,bloodshed and lies,
Now i've got a new routine to memorize.
Its not a routine I planned ,This new routine is really scary,
Endless nights make me weary.
My weariness won't go away,
Until I see Palestine being destroyed.
Tears form in my eyes,
As my fears overcome me.
When will my happy endig come,
Is it when i meet Allah and return to my mum?
ACROSTIC POEM
Palestine will be free
Allah will help in all calamities
Lying dead on the groundis all you can see
Eeveryone screaming as bombs fall from the sky
Screaming and shouting is all i hear
Terrifying people from Israel torture everyone in light
Israilis are killing palestinians; how will they survive?
Never ending tortures are always the same
Ending lives with sorrow in their eyes
A/n
Well what did you think did you enjoy it , This is kinda quick update hope you enjoyed it .
Sadiyah i hoped you enjoyed too ...
well iv run out of things to say
well anywayz byee
and salamz
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