Monday, June 3, 2013

My Soul: By Yassir A.

My Soul

My soul is afraid of God and nobody else.
My soul asks me to act with my hands, but I have learned my lesson.
My soul is sorrowful for Palestine, and cries out for revenge in Syria.
My soul is Islam, standing next to Allah.

My soul is working when I sleep.
My soul needs care, which she doesn't have much of.
My soul needs peace, like the wind.
My soul has good manners, or so I wish.

My soul is a perfect love, a house where all knock to enter.
My soul is a gift. A test graded by Allah.To pass I must have a strong personality.
My soul is the word "Fundamental," and with it the word "Life."
My soul rests, so for me it's death.

My soul is not free as a horse in a field.
My soul is trapped like rats in a cage I have built.
My soul stands alone, waiting.
My soul enters into Paradise.

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