Posted in Islam, media, Poetry

Just Like That

Today I woke up angry

I opened up my computer and was lit up by shootings

As if I had been punctured by one myself

I saw red as my brother and sisters were murdered

I watched the news this morning

there was nothing on there about this

Not even a glimpse of blood or guns

just simply the weather

My muslim brothers and sisters don’t matter

they are irrelevant to you all

but to me they are so special

from all around the globe

Even in the smallest village in Pakistan

To North Carolina

I will continue to use my pen to write

about their lives

2 sisters and a brother

shot dead in their home

how dare you say it was a parking dispute

that made him shoot their domes

you cannot be so ignorant

to challenge the raw facts

if you could wipe the billions of us

you would. Just Like That.




Hi, my name's Aisha and I am 24 years of age. I'm passionate about writing poetry. Sometimes, I don't know how to convey my thoughts in normal conversation but I can spin off a poem about what I am feeling in 5 minutes. Or less. Writing is my thing. Like it is a lot of people's 'thing' and sometimes the only 'thing' that is a sufficient outlet to stop us all from going crazy. There's a lot of pain and anxiety in my poems, but often relief, which I find hard to convey but manage to slip it in at the end with a reference from the Quran or a hadith. If you feel you recognise this same emotional attachment to words, then feel free to read my blog and do not hesitate to contact me, comment and subscribe! Peace, Aisha -a.K.a-

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