For the believer, the world is a prison
From Uyghur in China to Gaza in Palestine
whether be Summer, be Winter or any other season
Say Myanmar, say Syria, it is, but a routine
The same land we walk but for me, it is strange
Same blood in veins but for my belief, he is at rage,
Nothing but for believing in ALlah, the Lord of the Worlds, he scorns
His cries and wails so loudly heard as far as Charlie Hebdo that mocks
He does good, it is his religion, he does bad, he is Human
I help him, I am Human, he vexes me and my flaws make me Muslim
He shuts himself from my belief and conceives it as inhuman
His misconceptions about me, he takes to his film
When I pass, I am Human but for failure, it is my Hijab
I stand tall, I am human, I fall, the lengths of my trousers receive his jabs
I am a scientist, I am Human, I am illiterate, he questions my beards
My qualifications he cannot resist, he sees the name, ‘Bashir’, he is afeared
He criminalizes my polygyny and legalizes his homosexuality
He is proud of his alcohol and for my frown at it, he paints me as backward
Now, he has a hundred genders and celebrates the confusion of his gender and sexuality
What good I do is bad, what evil he does is good and never awkward
He defines freedom in a way that makes me snigger
There is the freedom to sleep with the same gender or your parent but not to polygyny
Freedom to be naked but the covered, he fines hundreds of dollars
If she begets for her father or the mother for the son, what shall we tell the progeny?
“I am the orphan of Gaza
I am the deformed of Iraq
I am the violated of Afghanistan
I am the bombarded of Pakistan
I am the tyrannized of Kashmir
I am the oppressed of Chechnya
I am the catalyst of Tunisia
I am the hope of Egypt
I am the courage of Syria
I am the determination of Yemen
I am the martyr of Libya. I am the Ummah of Muhammad ( ﺻﻠﻲ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ
ﻭﺳﻠﻢ)”
I am a prisoner in the Dunya, this is not my home…
Bashir Lucas Samson Lukman
English 
