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To breathe, perchance to smile
Iím building a mosque within my heart So that I donít have to drive 20 minutes everytime I feel the need to talk Or walk hours just to sit in silence, begging God to answer my prayers You always say I can talk to you anytime, anywhere While the mosque is no other means than a symbolic shrine And so living creatures can find contentment, bliss They would see joy ignites from my eyes, radiates into their eyes, ears and mouths Shining on their cheeks And like cancer, spreading across their weak bodies Spread love, faith and believe Those are things I hardly discover in human race in our time The world is filled with darkness, and I want to be the lights The lights that flicker, polish my black, dark scarred lungs Eventually I can breathe normal again To breathe, perchance to smile

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