Poetry: M. Jahangir Khan
Again, another war shakes the world’s ummah—
As Israel and the USA march toward ruin’s plaza.
Across continents, tears fall—
Some in sorrow, some in fierce defiance.
Ramadan rises like a crescent blade in the sky,
A month of fasting, of patience, of prayer—
Of hearts surrendering to Allah alone.
For in surrender lies purification,
And in purification, dignity.
Voices speak of resistance and revenge,
Of leaders crowned in ideology and fire,
Of unions imagined across divided lands—
From Asia to Africa,
From Latin America to distant shores.
They remember names:
Maduro with a flag in hand,
Kim Jong Un in solemn command,
Figures cast as symbols in a global storm.
They call for independence,
For a world unchained from empire,
For unity among the dispossessed.
Yet history turns in complex circles—
Crowds gather, nations divide,
Faith and politics intertwine.
And the earth continues its orbit,
Indifferent yet bearing witness
To every banner raised,
To every child who cries beneath the weight of war.
In the end, beyond slogans and fury,
Beyond red roses and rising kites,
There remains the fragile human plea:
Justice without cruelty,
Freedom without hatred,
Faith without coercion.
The world chapter is still being written.
Its ink is made of memory,
Its paper of sacrifice.
And perhaps one day,
The tears of nations will dry
Not from victory over one another—
But from peace.
