Last night, I dreamed of Jesus!
His soul adrift, seeking its final breath.
Fire consumed the gates of Golgotha;
And Abraham stood at heaven’s bleeding threshold,
arms outstretched in weary welcome.

Gaza shattered, walls crumbling to dust.
Toxic gas coiled through the mosque’s hollows,
while the church drowned in sweat and blood.
Jerusalem trembled,
a city shaking in its own unmaking.

Isaac stood,
interrogated by the Almighty.
O children of Adam!
O children of Abraham!
O children of Isaac
Must you always bathe in your own blood?

I cried out, seized in a nightmare’s grip,
My voice was lost beneath the rockets’ roar.
I fell into a sea of blood
My children’s blood clinging to my chest,
cradling the shattered fragments of my heart.

The Mediterranean swallowed me whole.
Red Sea, Black Sea,
and the vast ocean of my sorrow.
I burned—an erupting volcano,
fragile and collapsing,
a crumbling effigy of what once was human.

O my brothers,
Why this hatred of humanity?
Desecration in the name of faith?

My children knew nothing of hatred.
Their creed was love, peace, and compassion
not the choking vines of fear and enmity.
They were born into innocence,
long before the crucifixion,
long before the sword severed our names.

Christianity, Islam, Judaism
Torah, Quran, and Bible
etched in the same dust of Abraham,
and ending with Muhammad.

Let us raise our hands for humanity.
Let us bury the histories that divide us,
and live the civilisation we dare to dream.
Let us not drown in our own blood
But honour the fragile, luminous thread
that binds us all.