Haiku Sequence

Bread once baked with care,
now dust in broken ovens—
Mercy starves with them.

Mothers hide their tears,
singing lullabies of hope,
to hungry children.

Fathers walk the streets,
empty pockets, heavy hearts—
Prayer fills their hands.

Thirsty wells stand dry,
but rivers of milk and dates
flow in memory.

Cats roam shattered streets,
seeking crumbs beside the poor—
Mercy feeds them, too.

A nurse bends her head,
wrapping wounds with whispered duʿā—
healing beyond gauze.

O Allah, Most Kind,
Your mercy fills all creation—Yet men block its flow.

Still the heart believes:
Mercy is the sky’s true rain,
It will fall again.

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Haiku Sequence

Bread once baked with care,
now dust in broken ovens—
Mercy starves with them.

Mothers hide their tears,
singing lullabies of hope,
to hungry children.

Fathers walk the streets,
empty pockets, heavy hearts—
Prayer fills their hands.

Thirsty wells stand dry,
but rivers of milk and dates
flow in memory.

Cats roam shattered streets,
seeking crumbs beside the poor—
Mercy feeds them, too.

A nurse bends her head,
wrapping wounds with whispered duʿā—
healing beyond gauze.

O Allah, Most Kind,
Your mercy fills all creation—Yet men block its flow.

Still the heart believes:
Mercy is the sky’s true rain,
It will fall again.

📢 CTA:
If these words moved you, let them not end here. Share this poem, support relief efforts, and subscribe for more writings that blend faith, humanity, and witness. Your voice can help carry mercy where injustice tries to silence it