To the Lonely one in a house of seven
Lined up in a row alone with no brethren
He may sit in silence
Contemplating heaven
After a lifetime of pain, with what may Allah bless him?
He never dreamt of worldly compositions
Cars, houses, clothing, phones, televisions
With three brothers and a sister who couldn’t see his mission
And if he tried to tell them
They would rather flee than listen
His parents tell him that he’s an outsider
On the inside, they can’t stand his new lifestyle
So where is the community for this man?
Every time he needed help he looked into his own hands
His bloodline avoids him
Friends became strangers
They open up the news and suddenly he’s a danger
So where is the community for this man?
He knows plenty of Muslims
But they just say salam
They wont shake his hand
They can’t see his struggle
They were born into this beauty
They don’t know about his troubles
So where is the community for this man?
He’s losing iman
It’s hard to live this lifelong journey alone
So give him a hand
Ask about him in a friendly tone
To wrap it up, please
Don’t leave a brother alone.
-P22
The Writeous Circle 