The Qur’an says: “Stand firmly for justice,
even against yourselves.”
But in Gaza,
justice lies buried beneath rubble,
Its voice drowned
by drones and hunger.

A child holds a stone—
not as a weapon, but as a prayer bead,
rolling it in trembling hands,
asking, “Where is fairness
When the scales weigh only against us?”

Justice was meant to be blind,
but here,
It stares with one open eye—
cold, unblinking—
ignoring the cries of the oppressed.

📢 CTA: ✨ Raise your voice where justice is silenced. Share this poem so the world remembers Gaza’s cry for fairness.

The Qur’an says: “Stand firmly for justice,
even against yourselves.”
But in Gaza,
justice lies buried beneath rubble,
Its voice drowned
by drones and hunger.

A child holds a stone—
not as a weapon, but as a prayer bead,
rolling it in trembling hands,
asking, “Where is fairness
When the scales weigh only against us?”

Justice was meant to be blind,
but here,
It stares with one open eye—
cold, unblinking—
ignoring the cries of the oppressed.

📢 CTA: ✨ Raise your voice where justice is silenced. Share this poem so the world remembers Gaza’s cry for fairness.