Oh mother! I still remember

You, carrying me in your arms,

So that I don’t get lost in the crowd.

You, holding my hands tightly,

Ensuring, I don’t slip away.

You, telling me to share my things,

As they were my loved ones.

Oh mother! I still remember

You were praying for my wellbeing.

You were crying when I was hurt.

You were helping me when I needed it.

You were teaching me my lessons.

Oh mother! I still remember

You were hoping for the world peace.

You were crying when people were hurt.

You were inspiring me to become good human being.

You were teaching me the values of life.

Oh mother! But I don’t remember

You, holding my hands when

I first held a weapon to kill.

You, letting me mix up in crowd,

So that, I know, I am one of them.

You telling me to share love,

As everyone are children of god.

Oh mother! Why did you never teach me?

That mankind’s religion is oneness.

That bond of brotherhood is stronger than all.

That education should break rusted barriers.

That weapon kills humanity.

Oh mother! I know, it’s too late,

But, can you change my fate.

I don’t want to be known as ‘JEHADI’

I don’t want to die as ‘one’