Disclaimer: The following poem was submitted by a guest contributor. Guest blog posts do not necessarily reflect endorsed viewpoints from Islamic Relief USA. Donor Report Feel for these families Fill up these pantries Put your heart in your hand and the money will land with ease Donations for what every woman and man needs There's a humanity that these tight demands squeeze Time is sinking, catch the opportunity before the land leaves Oh traveler, who couldn't even afford a shawl We've tossed Js on tree branches while from off your bare feet you had to crawl This is a letter of apology that I'm going to attempt to scrawl What costs more, a food package or a meal What if you could have both your cake and answer an urgent appeal The cost of jannah is expensive, but that sounds like quite a deal The concern isn't just how we're portrayed Looking nice instead of being nice, that's a poor trade And an abuse of the provisions that - not you - but your Lord made The starving or the satiated, who should be more afraid And until the peace can come then these packages are coming with peace This is the moment where the wallet's voice is the only one that speaks Is it giving salaams Or making up plans, while preventable diseases are breaking up clans What could a few dollars take from your hands Not a life Time is of the essence and it might vanish tonight Don't you want to awaken to a grave whose varnish is light? Or have the seconds tick against you Imagine death is so sudden you can't tell the kids "I miss you" "My jaw got blown off but in the next life I'll kiss you" This isn't charity it's clarity If you're not reliable now then when will you ever be Do you have two hearts and love with them separately? We know what's going on, we're receiving updates obsessively What's progress if our brothers and sisters and their progeny can't progress successively Just being candid, on alert, a little hurt This ummah is a body, this feels like acupuncture across Earth Far from therapeutic More like having a collapsed lung and your doctor tried to TheraFlu it Throw your aid to unaided like stones thrown in Mina How many of you would have supported the Prophet when he came to Medina When walking a tight rope adopt the posture of a ballerina Either you're helping yourself or helping hearts from Mali to Indonesia Refugees in Jordan, Turkey, Europe, South Africa, Kenya, and Tanzania 2019 I was told to write for Yemen Before 2020 wastes, don't let your provision Feel for these families Fill up these pantries Put your heart in your hand and the money will land with ease Donations for what every woman and man needs There's a humanity that these tight demands squeeze Time is sinking, catch the opportunity before the land leaves This poem was submitted by M.G. Badawi, a guest contributor and dedicated IRUSA volunteer. You can read more of his poetry here.