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.