Poem: Excerpts Of An Oppressed Heart

Excerpts Of An Oppressed Heart

By Sumaiyya Inayat

How soon was I plunged

From the grandeur of victory

Into the dungeons of defeat.

The trail of Ayubis and Qasims

Have long been swept away

By an impervious ummah.

The glorious regime of the desert

Faded like a dream.

And now the savage hounds

Lurk in dark shadows,

Their glaring eyes fixed upon my tribe,

Their jagged teeth await the flesh of my sons;

They sate their immortal hate

Drinking upon my blood

Drop by drop.

The sanctity of my harem lost,

The innocence of my children forever gone.

My screams still do not flutter hearts

My words do not move souls

My beseeching pleas always unheard,

The voices of my clan suppressed

And yet I endure it all

With a deep dauntless faith

For faith is all that I have left.

With stains of unwiped tears,

Admits the souvenirs of

Bullets, shrapnels and uzis,

Admits the wailing of my babies,

I turn towards the sky

And with raised hands

I pray the tables would one day turn,

And my revenge be sought.

I pray for the dawn

Whose rising sun would restore

My lands, my glory, my pride.

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