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