MY Syawal had ended in my journey


It had come a shouting…
A shouting of victory
With all of my spirits
I ran along….sharp dusts
Here..., welcoming Shawal
I heard a hard voice of pride
Needing my blood
Caressing my flesh
But I ran…I ran
Never stopping
I was voicing,” With us always Alpha and Beta.
Allahu akbar? Allahu akbar?!”
Bang…bang…bang!
I heard a loud voice
Laughing…
That was Shawal
For all happiness
For you to have breads, milk, and cheese
For me to shout and shout
But it had ended in my journey