By
Ruhi Al-Ahmed
You have swallowed the key
I'm slowly growing in age
Given up. I let it be.
I let you be
Feathers of green, red, yellow
fallen to the floor
I am naked, with no choice
A lack of color in me
I no longer sing with this voice
I let it be
I let you be
I am waiting for the day
when these broken wings
find the strength to fly away
Peaceful, soulful
I am yearning for that day
when the wind whispers on my skin
Gently, smoothly
shall it be
Discovering myself gradually
in this world I have been caged from
Locked up. Shattered. Silenced from.
But the key still dangles from a thread
Like hope... that I ferociously dread
Hope remains
my weakness will be drained
I will be free
I'll let it be
To read about why Ruhi left Islam, read: Why I Left Islam
Ruhi is a student at the Rockefeller College of Public Affairs and Policy at the University at Albany. She has done research for the Project on Violent Conflict. Along with that, she has written for Muslims Debate endeavoring to provide news on the practice of Sharia Law. During her free time, Ruhi has been the Public Relations agent of Amnesty International in Albany, a research assistant for the Pre-Law Assosciation at the University at Albany and a volunteer at the Iraqi Refugee Project.
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