If you're not Muslim

They boast: “The faith is growing fast.”
But some chains grow just as wide—
Across borders where conquest speaks
In sermons darkened by pride.

Where is consent, when girls are taken,
Names erased, beliefs shaken?
What grows in silence and in fear
Is not just faith, but what we fear.

Yet still, the claim—“We are denied.”
Inheritance split, while laws divide.
Polygamy smiles where women cry,
And truth gets stoned for asking why.

 If you're not Muslim—
 are you still allowed to be kind?
 If you're not Muslim—
 are you always the one who blinds?
 If you're not Muslim—
 is your anger always a crime?
 If you're not Muslim—
 do your wounds even count with time?

“Don’t speak of jihad,” they warn,
“You misread what we preach.”
But how do you clean blood off verses
Used by tyrants who teach?

Gabbard prays in Sanskrit tones—
mocked as bigot, ridiculed alone.
Biden names a genocide:
headlines shuffle, sympathy hides.
But Hezbollah? “Resistance fighters.”
Houthi chants? “Human rights writers.”
Julani’s face in glossy pages,
While Pakistan cloaks its silent cages.

What of the souls beneath this fold?
Baloch and Pashtun, young and old.
Yazidi pain still haunts the hills,
Uyghurs fade in iron drills.

The Kurds are fire beneath the boot,
While Europe’s courts play mute.
In Turkey, Iran, and farther west,
Who grieves the ones who vanish next?

Refugees come in floods and fear,
But who checks what follows near?
Rape and riots, chants of hate—
Truth drowns in every “phobic” bait.

In America, the Star of David burns,
As mobs in kaffiyehs take their turn.
They raise flags soaked in blood and flame—
But dare you question? You're the shame.

Speech is free—but some speak more.
Their hate is “culture,” yours is “war.”
Is this justice, balanced and true,
Or propaganda dressed in blue?

 If you're not Muslim—
 must your silence prove your peace?
 If you're not Muslim—
 do your prayers ever reach?
 If you're not Muslim—
 can your death make the news?
 Or must your blood be too diffuse?

Tell me—

When lines are drawn in sacred sand,
Who decides where truth should stand?
When fear becomes the faithful’s shield,
Whose pain must stay forever sealed?