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Extremist

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By Khalida ParveenPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read
Extremist
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extremist

I was convinced that religions

They have no relationship

I was convinced of their religion

Is within the limits of hatred

I was sure they were irreligious

Or the name of their religion at all

Nothing but intensity

But O Hamdam

Surely yours is a stumbling block

So many people who were compatriots

Which we were traveling

We were drunk

They remained enemies

The search became the enemy's condition

You forgot

That from religions

They have no relationship

The one you taunted

That the killer of his religion is vomiting

The mother whose young son

Lost in the wind of your delusions

The fire of your revenge which has been swallowed up

Look, she's been bullying so far

She is waiting

Someone should put his hand on his shoulder

Say we also on the stories of the killers

Of course what

Say we sinned

Say, "Mother, forgive us."

Say, "Mother, forgive us."

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    Written by Khalida Parveen