I have not cried for a few full moons,
My friend,
And verily this heart is drunk on false temptations.
Desires of luxury and worldly pleasures of wine and comfort.
This throat is heavy with despair
I am a weak man
And on my own
I can't even cry.
My eyes seek sleep
This bare skin begs warmth
A holy mosque and some water would do the work
By the morning sunlight he swears
And by the night as it envelopes
He has not abandoned me, it says
And he will give me so much that I will be pleased.
Then why,
Why is this air so heavy?
That every speck of it comes with dust
And my people don't love me,
Are they even MY PEOPLE?
Who is mine and who is not?
Lies are white in color
And truth perfectly veiled
No fair trade, no fair love exists
In this foreign land
In this land, soulless
Where dogs howl for food and
And men stare without mercy
And charities not.
What land is this?
And why?
These shoulders are heavy with sin,
And on my own strength
I can't even cry
To repent,
What use are these eyes if they can't tear out in front of him?
And what use are these hands if they cannot beg him to forgive?
To forgive me for my betrayals
For my false tongue
For breaking promises and hearts
For hiding the truth
For not fighting brave
For giving in to shaitan
And also to be at loss of words
When my hands are up in the air
I stay quiet.
And at loss of tears
On my own,
I can't even cry
I can't even pray
I can't even love who loves me so dearly
More than seventy mothers
More than any lover has ever loved their beloved
Why do I feel so weak at bones and flesh?
My eyelids feel strained
My shoulders hang loose
I am a tired man
Anxious and hard
Disturbed and lost
An orphan with empty Stomach
And nowhere to go,
I am a weak man
On my own
I can't even cry.
My tears do not obey me
They wait for his command
Like leaves do before moving
Like sun before rising
Like clouds do before rain
Like land, before giving birth to a plant.
Like love before entering souls
"He never burdens a soul more than he can bear" it says
Can it be translated, that each of his tests
brings strength as it's companion
And each burden comes with cool air to sweaty brows.
And every heartbreak with wisdom
For a muslim believes,
That his book never lies.
And it says,
Men are weak.
And it says,
He is the protecting friend.
And it says
He has power over all
And yes, I do not have the strength over my tears
My own tears,
My pain
I can't even cry on my own.
So I pray to him to let me cry
Let me cry so that this heart gets lighter.
And each time I sit down to pray,
O lord, let me cry.
Love me and let me pray
With patience for my shortcomings.
Let me cry everyday.
- Moon

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