Inspired by a gentle soul’s struggles who never ceases to look for hope. Even in places where there might be none, that’s what it means to have inner strength. Strength comes first of all from the willingness to never give up and keep trying. I hear, read and see the flutter of wings tirelessly beating for freedom and constant search for the truth. What ever the truth is, the challenge is never to stop searching for it. If earnest, the path becomes the truth.
harsh were the words said by her stare
so drenched in dark and sick despair
so rang her silent cry, I swear
I heard hearts breaking everywhereand what the pain, the scars ran deep
stirring the dead, the dreamless sleep
and what the paths beyond her leap
was ever the price of faith that steep?yet bruised her gentle eyes go bright
when weakest hands pray for the might
to rise in tides from fallen height
to love the darkest souls of light– Written by my brother, Shan.
Muslim in Trouble 