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