In the name of the Most High
This is the weekend right after Eidul Fitr, the celebration after the completion of Ramadhan. I am in America vacationing with my family. It should be a celebratory time. It is not. The lost of life, innocent lives of Black men,
When The Most High instructed the mother of Mousa (Moses) to cast her baby into the river to safegaurd his life..
When the natives ran deep into the forrest and left their baby boys to hide them from the colonists...
When the chained slaves on boats dropped their babies and kids into the ocean....
That was protection. That was sacrifice. That was freedom. That was a teaching. That was trusting and believing that the suns are better off with the One who created their light than to be subjugated, hated, villified, bastardized and murdered in broad daylight.
When the natives ran deep into the forrest and left their baby boys to hide them from the colonists...
When the chained slaves on boats dropped their babies and kids into the ocean....
That was protection. That was sacrifice. That was freedom. That was a teaching. That was trusting and believing that the suns are better off with the One who created their light than to be subjugated, hated, villified, bastardized and murdered in broad daylight.
They will not stop. They will not change. They will not leave yours free and mines dead. Run! Run! Look to the sky. Read the smoke signals filled with the fresh scent of death. Hide your suns, prepare your moons.
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