THE
STRAIGHT PATH POEM
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THE STRAIGHT PATH POEM
When I’m considered a stranger for what I believe or deemed a terrorist for what
you perceive,
I pity your blindness and my head only rises.
I give thanks to The Gracious for blessing me with the straight path.
When a society that accepts the marriage of one man to another rejects me,
I grow more steadfast and my head only rises.
I give thanks to The All-Mighty for blessing me with the straight path.
When men who take wives that have shared themselves with dozens before them mock me,
I am comforted by the purity of mine and my head only rises.
I give thanks to the All-Seeing for blessing me with the straight path.
When I’m asked if I’m with you or against you,
my beard eloquently responds and my head only rises.
I give thanks to the All-Hearing for blessing me with the straight path.
When the world is flipped upside down and you consider me evil,
I see you for what you are and my head only rises.
I give thanks to The Most-High for blessing me with the straight path.
When the angel of death eventually comes,
there is no escape from what we’ve done.
I give thanks to The Merciful for blessing me with the straight path.
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