Suleman was this to me,
A simple kid
With humble dreams.
To please his parents
And honor his name,
Ducking dishonor
In the shadow of shame.
Education was the plan,
But I can’t say that I agreed
That was the measure of a man
For all he believed.
So Suleman worked harder still
In an effort to honor
His father’s will,
But the boy was a dreamer
And I could tell
What Suleman was going through,
A personal hell.
And being who they said he was,
He may never have spoken up.
I think from time to time
Of Suleman
And wonder not if he’d had enough,
But rather, when it happened
That my friend most likely snapped
And went on to seek his own fate,
I’m sure he did.