Injustice
Just this thought could trigger the flood gates to open
But what use would tears be?
I imagine that’s not what they want to see..

Injustice
A lack of fairness
A violation of rights

Rights.

Fairness.

So basic, so moral

Yet the moral compass of many is over there,

Pulled far away by a gravity that is cemented in greed, power, money..

No mercy.

I don’t think they’ll ever be able to do a 180..
Wa Allah o 3alam
Allah knows best..

Injustice

From those that trivial to those that are significant
From those that affect an individual to those that affect a nation
From those that go unseen, to those that are on our screens

It all makes.my.stomach.silently scream..

Like I’m in straight jacket and can’t get out

Like I’m in a garden maze and can’t find my way out

Like I’m in a prison cell and won’t be let out..

I try not to fall into despair..

And instead I raise my hands to the Most Just.

Ya Allah, please answer the duaas of the oppressed

It’s the least that I can do
And, I do do more
But it always feels like it’s not impactful enough..

I mean

I feel like I need to go and knock on doors of homes that are occupied by those who have the power to make things right..

I feel like I need to disturb their daily routine, stand in front of their screens, and ask:
Why do you choose to not make things right…??

I would try to appeal to their human side
But I fear that when I look them in the eyes
that all I will see is.. darkness inside..
all I will see is.. a soul deprived

A soul so malnourished
that it has nothing good to give to the heart and mind

And the heart and mind have nothing good to give to the soul

and so, a downward spiral ensues…

And it seems there’s nothing I can do..

A hopeless case..
Like the case they will try to bring forward on Judgement Day..
Hopeless..

Maybe that’s what they ultimately want to see?

Wa Allah O 3lam..
Allah knows best..

This life is a test

And when injustice is tested on me, personally…

Well,
Whatever I can control, then I act on it and I fight it
no more staying silent..
I usually fight a good fight and I often win..and for that I say
Alhamdulilah

And
Whatever I can’t control, then my heart sinks and I’m forced to pause..
Reflecting..
…
Accepting..
Turning to Allah
Now with more gratitude & love for Allah
a love that makes my heart float again
And for that I say
Alhamdulilah.