Dignified as a Queen

They think they know, they think they see.
But they forget the hearts, they trample on wounds.

So they throw out false truths,
like stones cast into the void.
And suddenly, everything seems justified:
malice reigns,
in a world without empathy.

Lies pile up like graves.
Hypocrisy spreads like a plague.
And me, facing all of this…
Alone. Alone, but standing.

Nothing is chance. It was all written.
To separate the true from the false,
there are angels who fall from heaven,
sent to unmask the spectres of pride.

The Qur’an had already named them: hypocrites.

They struck when I was down.
Not to ease my pain,
but to stain my name.
To steal my story.

But it is they who betrayed themselves.
As for me — I leave.
Not broken,
but sovereign.
I leave as a queen.

I rise, surrounded by my own,
my faithful, my allies.
The rest, I return to the heavens:
the pain, the weight, the judgment.

My silence will be my only answer.
From me, you will have nothing.
Forever.