Of Pain In Comfort.

While my head talks to me non-stop of the million things it has in it I decide to shoo it all away just by going to my mother. I lay next to her and hug her tight. I find enough space for myself and adjust myself swiftly and comfortably by her side.  I sense a magical feeling. I smell her scent. I feel her warmth. I don't understand what's happening. All that stress flees from my mind. Peace. Slowly but deeply, I fall asleep. Without any effort.

I closed my eyes and a picture came to my mind. Of another boy in the same land that I stand on, far far away, also hugging his  mother. He quickly wraps himself around her. He too, doesn't seem to understand what is happening. He smells her blood. He smells her tears, her sweat. He senses her pain. Slowly, but deeply, he falls asleep. Without any reason. :'(

Syria

Palestine

Palestine

Burma

Kashmir

 

Kashmir

And so on...  And so on?

'اللهُمَّ أَعِزَّ الإِسْلامَ وَالمُسْلِمِينَ'

'O Allah! Raise the standing of Islam and the Muslims.' 

 وَدَمِّرْ أَعْدآءَ الدِّينِ وَاحْمِ حَوْزَةَ الإسْلامِ يَا رَبَّ '
'العَالَمِينَ
'Destroy the enemies of the Deen, and protect the lands of Islam, O Lord of the Worlds.'