This World is a Prison
And the Martyr is free
As I stand on the make-shift stage which is the hood of a red pickup draped in Palestinian Flags and Khifiyyahs, I find courage when I look out into the crowd of protesters and see some of my friends like Ruqayyah Ali, Adrian CDTPPW, Dennis • M.Sc., Kaneez Fatima, Saurabh Malviya, Muhammad Saad, Shining LiLLia Misty Thomas, and so many others so I begin…
Thanks for all your prayers, believe you me they were heard
Because of all your prayers, my soul now rests in the heart of green birds
In the world I was a prisoner, with no way to escape
In the world I was starved, beaten, humiliated and even by dogs I was raped
In the world I lost my father, they snatched him right out of our home
In the world they shot my pregnant mother in her belly, I was then left to survive all alone
In the world I had to dig through rubble, all the while I’m too weak to lift a brick
In the world I had to swim in the sea to find food, life itself meant to take a risk
I was shot at one day like a video game, I saw the red dot on my ribbed exposed chest
I was shot at one day like a video game, I didn't even turn 10 yet
But with your prayers I no longer live in a prison, my food is no longer fat from my own body
I found my father, my mother had the baby, I am in Jannah, and now
I AM FREE
