To a Martyr

They found her like that
Forehead on the ground
Hands by the side
Her back resembled
the remains of burnt coal

A bag lay by her side
The contents scattered around
By the force of the bomb
The Quran lay open
“And say not of those who are slain in the way of Allah: ‘They are dead.’ Nay, they are living…

When they turned her
For the final wash
Tears gushed from their eyes
Like water from a broken dam
The Noor was blinding
Brighter than the sun

This is what it looks likes
To die in the way of Allah