we bow to the same Allah.don't we?

loud noise.outside.
and dust in the air.
an empty tummy.
with a bleeding eye.

feed me.
fix me.
talk about me.

so they know.
i bow to the same Allah.

so why not hold my hands?
wipe my tears.
talk about me.

dear brothers and sisters.
aren't we all aiming for the same door?

so why not hold my hands.
wipe my tears.
talk about me.

between your luxuries.
and your contentment  of your own world.

why not.
think about me.
too?

sincerely,
i.
the one from.
Palestine.
Syria.
Burma.
Africa.

the lands of God.
too.

incase.
you forgot.