And when your hands will speak
On Al-Qiyama,
What will they say?
What will they reply
When they’ll be asked: how?
How did you let them die in the desert?
How did you let them die in the streets?
How did you let them die in the sea?
How did you let them die?
What good have your hands done that they can testify to?
Will the blood on them be miraculously washed away too?
You won’t be able to scream with sealed lips,
You won’t have your fists to beat the pain into your chest,
Only your eyes gazing in terror to attest
What atrocities you let happen with no Qist.
– Letters to myself. What will I say on Judgement Day?
