Historical Story
I can only see you from a story.
I can feel your face physically in the air.
Drawing, laminating and framing with pride.
The pride that keeps you firm up high.
I will stand to defend you.
The truth shall be my weapon.
The enemy will never win.
Stand firm my hero.
My beloved swishing blade
sculptured in my heart.
As my point of loving you
love you like Rasulallah
that Allah has commanded every man.
Keep going my beloved warrior of the high seas.
Your name is eternally inscribed in the Luh Mahfuz.
You are the people of the path.
Walk through that path firmly.
Allahu Akbar!
Copyright © Neldy Jolo | Year Posted 2014
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