Born Muslim

20-06-05

Born Muslim,
My soul bound to the Creator,
From the beginning of time.

I open my eyes in a strange world,
It teaches set things, to be silently complied,
Expectations are forced on me.

The tentacles of life tighten around me,
Blocking my sight, suppressing my conscience,
Unwilling to let go.

My identity diffused within the rubbles of existence,
Life’s direction off-course,
I no longer know why I live.

My soul is withered, thirsty,
Searching for the way,
To be reborn and live again in God’s way.