with life. there is death.

i woke up to a loud bang on the wall.

after such a short slumber these few nights.
i was deep into my sleep.

and in just few moments i was awoken.

bang!bang!bang!

oh.the fear wasn't imaginable.

wait. what just happened?

bang! bang! bang!.

and with groggy state.
such weary mind.
i thought the house was on attack.
by shells!
oh no!
we are at war!

but.
few seconds into reality.

i realised.
it was just the construction guy.
fitting in the column of the outer wall.
for ma's new garage.

and i began to think.
oh how fearful it might have been.
for the Palestinians be it at the refugee camps.
be it at their own land.

of loud bangs every morning.
invitation to death.
from hundreds of shells.

and my heart wept.
this morning.
knowing that.
those bangs are not construction of dwellings.
but demolition of a society.
instead.

oh Allah.
i wake up every morning with ease.
on such comfy bed.
with a wonderful life ahead.

but they.
they struggle for yet another breath.

forgive me for all my ungratefulness.
forgive me for not caring enough.
forgive me for enjoying life too much.

to a point that i forgot.
if there is life.
there is death too.

protect those with You in their hearts o Allah.
join them with victory.
with only You as the end point.

(please.please.say ameen)

subhanaAllah.

i should start dedicating my life for them.
for they, dedicate theirs for Allah.

"If a person wakes up in the morning and does not know the affairs of the ummah; he is not one of us" Rasululllah SAW