Poetry: Ashraf AboArafe
O Nation mine, what curse befell thy heart?
The sky bleeds red, the earth is torn apart.
Thy neighbors fight for shadows on a veil,
And faith — once mercy — turns to cries and wail.
Once were thy swords a shield for every friend,
Now blade meets brother — where shall honor end?
Who’ll cleanse the eyes of nations as they weep?
Who wakes the pride our silence put to sleep?
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The borders drawn by hands of ancient foes,
Still feed the fires their malice first arose.
We split the dust — forgetting it was one,
Before each wall and war had yet begun.
Peace is declared by those who trade in pain,
And justice drowns in falsehood’s mocking rain.
Religion turns to power’s empty tool,
And God is silenced by the lips of fool.
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God said:
“Who kills one soul without a rightful cause
Has slain the world — defying Heaven’s laws.”
But they have neither heard nor felt the sound,
Their hearts are blind, their swords unbound.
They brandish faith — yet faith is far away,
And truth lies bleeding in the fray.
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You merchants of the battlefield and flame,
Who profit from a child’s forgotten name,
You feast on ruins, praise your deadly art,
And sell the world a broken human heart.
You crown the killer, call his crimes divine,
You give him medals while his victims pine —
Will gold erase the memory of the slain?
Or shall the prize be carved in blood and pain?
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Stand straight — and mercy will embrace you still,
Hold to the rope that binds you to God’s will.
Do not divide the heart that love sustains,
Nor trade your dawn for everlasting chains.
Return to him — the Prophet, pure and kind,
Whose light restored the dignity of mind.
For pride shall rise through faith, not war’s decree,
And peace is built by hearts that bow and see.
🕌 Call to the Pillars of Faith
Now let Al-Azhar’s noble voice be heard,
The keeper of the Prophet’s guiding word.
Let the OIC rise, steadfast and sincere,
To mend the rift and wipe away the tear.
Let the Arab League proclaim from every land:
“Enough of war — let brotherhood now stand!”
For you are guardians of the sacred trust,
To heal the soul and raise the voice of just.
🌙 Final Prayer
O Nation of Islam…
Thy enemy is not thy kin nearby,
But those who whisper hate beneath the sky.
The Zionist — the cunning hand of guile —
Who sows division with a serpent’s smile.
So stand upright —
Revive the soul as God decreed in grace:
“Who saves one life — has saved the human race.”
