HOMESICK
I wish they’d pave the ocean
So I could walk back home
To the city of Jerusalem.
My soul always roams.
Home is where your heart belongs;
My heart wanders there,
The city of the holy shrines,
The most divine and fair.
All Muslims turn to Mecca
When hope and dreams do stray;
I turn to you Jerusalem,
And I begin to pray:
O God before my day will come,
Please grant this little wish,
Please dry up the ocean
Or
turn me into
a fish.-
-Qudsia Ahmad