I don’t want this medal of patriotism,
I don’t want the medal of martyrdom.
I want a safe future for the generations to come.
I don’t care what land it is,
And I don’t care what name it has.
Category: Prosem
Mothers
Away from all these conspiracy theories reside our mothers.
The mothers who send their kids to schools even when they know they aren’t as safe as they were once.
Over a hundred mothers saw their little kids for the last time when they went to school on 16th December 2014.
There are mothers who are embracing the dead bodies of their young sons; in police uniform, military uniform, and also in no uniform; on a daily basis.
There are mothers who see their sons and daughters dying daily in the desperation of meeting the basics.
There are mothers who see their daughters suffering because of society, culture, misogyny, and patriarchy.
These mother get hurt daily.
Yet they never ceased the process of reproduction.
They cook hope in the breakfast and clean wounds at the dinner.
Perhaps they inherited this from our fearless mother Fatima Jinnah.
Why mothers in Palestine never stopped having kids? They are suffering since forever, yet they are populated as ever.
Because it is not about death.
It is about life.
Truth & Lies
Lie
Lie another time
and again,
your lie will become the truth;
misshapen into grotesque images
of an alternate reality,
believed by some
and swallowed by all
as the lies you spin
spiral out of control
How long do
you think
this charade will last?
One day soon, the dominoes will fall
The threads that
hold your lies together
will
b-r-e-a-k
s
p
i
l
l
i
n
g
an unbridled ocean of
facts,
dissolving the concoction
of your woven deceit.
The control will shatter
and with it,
your mind
Your own tongue will
string together
words
to articulate the truth,
emerging from the grave,
rising from a coffin
the façade will be broken,
and it will be easy to see
beyond the smoke and mirrors.
You will burn in the
fire
you kindled
dwelling there and
eating your own tail
forever and ever,
till you are charred
beyond recognition.
You will die
and live
a thousand times
till the trumpet sounds
for the final time.
And truth
shall prevail,
as it does.
In this world
and the next,
when all is said and done
truth will triumph,
for truth is God.
It may be obscured,
yet it cannot be
erased.

(Edited by: F.H.M)