The other side

In the valley of darken clouds

A lady prays in pain.

Dressed in black and misty draped hijab

With face covered to touch the dust 

She kneels in worship.

From the wound to the tomb of decay

She weeps a life so sadden...now it seems

"What child is this I hold"?

She screams.....she screamed

"Whose child is this"?

Yet another bomb had fallen

In the valley of darkened Souls

The other side remains...the other side