en hjälplös hjälte

vem och när kommer rädda mig?
tyngd av sorg vandrar jag Vägen
ensam i väntan på en vän

ödets ryttare tillsammans färdas
än rider jag ensam
tills vinden vänder och dagen gryr

månbelysta stig leder mig fram
genom livets landskap
berikat av tom världslighet

jag väntar, tålamod är mitt svärd
med den klyver jag hopplöshet
och vinner min älskades hand

oneside love

Does he even know my name?
The beauty in coppery locks of hair
Everything feels the same
There is no change anywhere

Met him on a sunny day
His honey eyes swallowed me
There is nothing else to say
The only thing I love is he

I keep evolving all the time
But he is still the same
Why won't he be mine
Does he even know my name?

who has the right to judge

because someone does something it doesn't mean it's right, right? then why do people keep beliving that everything that muslims do is right according to islam? you can't do it like that. it hurts me to hear what people thinks about such a beautiful religion. they think it's violent but i know islam is the most peaceful and righteous religion you can practice. if you live a life only by living as a muslim should you would be a wonderful person loved by everybody around you for what you are and how you behave. think about it, read about and understand it. after doing that you have a right to judge.