(To the persecuted people of Syria and Palestine)
Insha’Allah hope
that I’ll see olive branches
waved by Levantines.
This raped, hijacked land
– land of the living dead, will
blossom back to life.
We asked for water
to despised Samaritans
who are now thirsty.
In the clear blue skies
both the star and the crescent
beautifully shine.
Shame on those who are
oblivious: Blood won’t splatter
across their window.
And insha’Allah
the desert will bloom again
nourished with this blood.