I want the truth to be known.
I want the proof to be shown,
until we wash away the blood of Athens and the fingerprints of Rome.
I want a moment of my own
Me and God alone
(How unbelievable it would be just to recite him this poem).
But my life is a pen, and I’ve been writing all my wrongs.
Reuniting with the righteous—it's like I’m right where I belong.
I wanna know the basket that carried Moses up the Nile,
and the key that lifted the shackles to the ankles of Bilal.
I wanna know what it's like to be chosen above the crowd,
and to overcome trials like Joseph as a child.
I wanna know Jacob—the father of a nation—
still not forgotten after a thousand generations.
I wanna know faith without the innovations.
I want my people to worship the creator and not the creation.
I wanna know what historians have torn from the page:
120,000 prophets and we only know a few of their names.
I wanna know wisdom like the elderly advising their sons.
I wanna know purity through the eyes of the young.
I wanna know victory before my time here is done;
I wanna see all my people united as one.
I wanna nomad my way across the desert like a peasant
that’s memorized every ancient path known to the Fertile Crescent.
I wanna remember this world through the eyes of faith
like a stranger without a name, but many recognize the face.
Standing upon a place outside of time and space,
I'm just a traveler in this world, just trying to find my place.