Please read Shemiza’s poetry and reflect upon this disaster and the many victims who have been affected, lost their lives or those of their loved ones, as well as their livelihood.
So treacherous are these precious raindrops as they wash away her home, her house, her family.
She was asked, how can we offer you relief?
Brother, just a handful of grain before sunrise and sunset;
So treacherous are these precious raindrops, as they wash away her home her house her family.
Yet it did not wash her Imam, her Deen or allow her precious Ramadan to drown away…