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Did you feel someone care?
Honestly purely care?
When people insulted Allah, 
indeed I was faced with a terrible experience.
The lord who created my body to heal from illness by itself?
The lord who said in gently words to pray even though if it's a little and read what is easy from the holy quran?
*The lord who said to not argue back?*
This sentence popped infront of my eyes like a screen, 
I don't know how to defend my god without any disgust in my eyes feeling towards the person to be seen.
But I felt a rustling from the door beneath, 
it opened and other's in my class came in.
He's distracted.
I have time saved.
Still the belt around my hips was suddenly tight.
I felt to mad.
I am mad, when I tighten.

The words of muhammed to his ummah, 
begging us to pray 
Begging us to do good.
Begging us to seek for forgivness.
Allah knew we couldn't make it, 
so we need to seek for forgiveness.
And that there will be some searching the meaning of allah.
So seek forgiveness.

The words of muhammed shaked like in films when men knock the tables over in public settings.
People starring.
Glasses clirring.
Water and food flushing.

I want to hear his words again in repeat.
I hope for All of us.
That the life here still has a bandage left.

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