I want to lie down with you again. 

Feel your heat and listen to your heartbeat.

Hear prayers in Arabic that end in Amen. 

Thinking about how our souls in Jannah will meet.

 

I ask you about your lies again

To which you reply and tell me ‘Wallah’.

It’s so strange, when you tell them you seem so zen.

I hope your words are the truth (InshAllah).

 

Why did you never look at me and say “Mashallah”?

When all your uncles did and asked you where you bought me…

I know we’re supposed to convene separately but I wanted so badly to talk together to Allah

but each time you look at me like you’d rather flee.

 

You’re so tortured, so I suggest you to go to masjid

But you refuse and deny yourself of me and God.

And you hide yourself and act as if all of life’s fortunes He has forbid

I ask you if you’re okay to which you look up and nod.

 

And I know you’re not.

Because after you can’t say Wallah.

You look at me with puppy dog eyes and tell me it’s a lot.

How I want to hold you forever and tell you we care about you- me and Allah.

 

I want to feel your eyes on me again.

You know all my moves, I can’t fool you.

Nor see through you.

But I know now that your cries are for Ramallah too.

 

I’ll continue to love you from afar and think of an olive tree.

That sits in between me and you and the land and the sea.

And hopefully one day we’ll all be free.

 

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