Faith

In the days.
Where the sun & moon shines.
One would place their hands together.
One would devote their life without a hair.
The other would prostrate to a single direction.
What robe does he wear.
What veil is she hiding from.
What turban does he fashioned.
And calls Him who knows all.
On a different name.
With a different way.
He is black.
She is white.
The other is yellow.
All stood for a single anthem.
And then came he.
Who disbelieve.
Calls them in an oblivion.
"Tell me who you are?"
He asked.
"I am His servant."
He replied.
"Tell me the sufferings."
He asked again.
He did not answer but closed his eyes.
And cries.
Only He knows it all.
By the moon.
By the sun.
By the universe.
They tell their proses.
Of each one claims the truth.
If one answer to negate.
Then he would meet the sword.
Or by the sheath of words.
Bleeding heart.
Where none could no longer believe in anything.
And gave that as an answer to every sufferings.
One beats her for not devoting enough.
The other tells his daughter not to love he who disbelief.
Tell me again.
Did He create you.
So you could scorch the earth.
And rape their beliefs away?

Asyraf Amir. 20160309.