we’ve come so far from the initial initiation.
It’s hard to have some, no any appreciation.
Don’t know how to feel; all I got is humiliation.
How to carry on, we all wonder…
I’ve got a huge task – I ain’t no warmonger
I wasn’t built, not trained, or even prepared –
I feel - I feel - I feel horribly impaired!
‘How did it come to be?’, I keep repeating;
‘Why did it have to be me?’, I keep on pleading.
Who cut the line, who closed the book?!?
Was it fair? Was it just? Something must’ve been mistook.
Whatever it was, nothing can go back now;
no amount of dough can turn this thing around.
It’s like a rapper; they can’t be changed, eh?
They told us it’s rough: life ain’t no lemon parfait.
So how do people pull through, survive?
Fix the heartache they have – the one that’s been supersized.
What’s the ingredient, the supernatural element –
they do get through, though – it is impermanent?
‘Cause right now, it hurts so bad;
if only there was a painkiller, to ease it; even if just a tad.
I heard of one going ‘round, I think it’s called ‘strength’?
How do I get it? It sounds awfully intense.
It’s natural – say word; inherited, they say?
That would make sense – too bad I’m not a living cliché.
My mother would know – But me; I’m outta the loop.
Or maybe, it is true, but not without a fluke.
So say I did have some of that, that strength.
Inventory Check; if I even had like a tenth…
But what does one do with it, how is it applied.
If it were to appeal to a court, how would it be tried?
So it’s used, as a force – sort of like energy…
It’s a symbol, a front – the U.S has Lady Liberty.
Alright, understood; so it’s like a tool,
It’s a drive, one that inspires – like how cars use fuel.
So all I do now is pray for the strength…
The strength to go, the strength to come back
the strength to eat, the strength to stay intact,
the strength to love, the strength to give,
the strength to hope, the strength to live.
But, most importantly, pray for strength:
the strength to pray; and let it commence.
I am sixteen, a student at ISNA High School. Insha'allah I hope to pursue Law in university, but now I'm focusing on my writing, sports and of course; school.
I wrote this poem with a certain intent in mind. I was thinking of the story of my neighbours and friends, the Shoaib Family.
I'm sure you've heard of what their story is, and I hope that you find time for them in your du'as.
This poem is the comfort I hope to offer them through this difficult time and the future. Their situation is extremely hard-hitting to me, especially as I knew the family and the children, during my own childhood.