You are the ache beneath every Muslim’s chest,

the olive tree that still stands tall

though fire has razed its nest.

 

You are not just land and sky—

You are where Prophets walked nearby.

The echo of adhan still clings,

to walls that know what sorrow brings.

 

You are the voice behind the veil,

and the lullabies inside the shells.

A name that they try to strip from stone,

but still, you rise, and still, you dwell.

 

You are the test of sabr and grace,

of holding firm in Allah’s embrace.

For every stone a martyr throws,

a thousand seeds of Jannah grow.

 

Oppressors try to silence every call,

but Allah sees, He knows it all.

And when the world turns deaf and blind,

He counts each tear the faithful find.

 

 As everyday is filled with bloodshed and tears, 

Your patience through it all.

You are not just a place on a map —

glorifies His name.

And when this trial comes to an end,

Know that your dawn will break, your … wounds will mend.

 

By: Aminath Shifna  Mohamed 

 11-S7 (Batch 2026)