IN THE LINE OF FIRE I STAND/ Amal Islim Copyright © 2009 All Rights Reserved

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(Free-Press-Release.com) November 4, 2011 -- Walking with the Vain Cattle /Chapter 3: The Journey towards the Higher Self/ Annexed 11: Children of war.

In the line of fire I stand— poor, naked, and unarmed! From my freedom, I’m banned— with my hand, my head I cover. Injured, bleeding dragging my brother. Barefoot among mines, I run—do I have time to shudder? In the line of fire I stand— shall I die today Mother?

In the name of God we kill! In the mire His name we smother. I raise my “arms” to that stranger, who wears my two thousand years jewels. He raided my soul and my home, in the name of a claim—as the holy heir, while the airspace was hailing fire! In one moment, we stood, and stared at each other. Yes, that mirrored fool! He was my brother; wasn’t he Mother?! Selling himself in the media as the victim! First a vicious echo of the Oriental music, then the sad peaceful other! Would you advise me, Mother?! Must I donate my heart to him so he can heal? And does that mean that one must die for the other to live? Who wants us to extinct each other?! The ones who feed on our wars, I suppose! Those kind men, which for our coffins prepared a rose!
Angels! Evil is like disease, unjustly spreading! How can I help in ceasing prejudice, violence and hate?! And how can I assist love and light in filling our hearts with compassion and tolerance towards one another?! Your heavens Mother!

“Forgive what you think you can’t”, she softly said, “Vengeance is eternal hate; you mutually caused the innocent deaths; and you both claim “your rights” in land, and carnage! While “public servants” sell the divine’s land to the highest bidder, their hearts shades are shut in darkness, so why reconsider? They free the famished from life with a vampire’s dish, so they can dig rivers for their incarcerated fish! No more space for another coffin, there is a flood. How can man rest in peace when he is buried in blood! Hiding the atrocities under the holy name! Shame! This vicious circle of brutality must now end. It is only love that can salvage.
Go back within, and quietly listen, and for goodness sake, just be a lover. Now, open your eyes, and remove that cover. Both pains, I admit, are timeless. But naming a race as the Holy heir! While one blow up, and the other goes off! Meanwhile, compassion causes a scoff!

Oh, this ignorance, my heart can’t bear! Forgive the unforgivable! Will you try?! Help them redeem their dignities, and pride. Vanquishing the other is a losing combat— because one force will reign, and that is love. Maybe for now this is just a dream, but didn’t God start the world like that? We must feed the goodness before it’s too late. The evil shout shall be famished— as no place in heavens for porters of hate.”
Yes, Mother! Heaven is not simple! But I’ll try to be humble! And attempt to comprehend and heal, as I discover.
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