And from the 8th of October
It's been constantly on our screens
To the extent that it's devastating
It has started getting on our nerves
Creeping inside the skin
Sucking our souls
And when it gets annoying for a second or two
We switch our screens off or scroll it
To save ourselves from the misery
But we do know with certainty
That Gazans don't have that luxury
We sit here, in our homes
Safe and healthy
But also, In despair
Grieving about it
Talking about it
Knowing how impossible the situation is
We pray to Allah
I believe it's time,
We remind ourselves that
We are the followers of Muhammad
The prophet who lead the army in Badr
Who stood resilient and bleeding
In the middle of meccans
And announced his religion and Allah's
And it's time we reprimand ourselves
That switching the screens off is not the solution
It doesn't stop when we are not watching it
The genocide continues
And the oppression goes on
Avoiding the news is to turn our backs
On our sisters and brothers
And Children who died and are still dying
Under the rubbles of the blasts
We can't fail them
When they are fighting dauntlessly
We can put our money in use for them
We can give them a helping hand
We can sit on our prayer mats
More than usual
And pray for them
And the place we call "ours"
And with each prayer
We will cry our hearts out
For we are bleeding as well,
We will seek refuge in who we call 'the Almighty'

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