To hold on tight,
To not let go of hope,
I’m trying so hard,
Splintered hands, bloodied rope.
But it’s like …
It’s like people are loosening my grip,
Trying to make me fall,
There is no mercy,
No seeds of kindness,
Buried in the dark recesses of their hearts.
Yet, I continue,
Continue with my struggle to hold on,
Hold on to the rope,
The rope of Quran, Sunnah, and hope.