As we lie in our beds, time is slippin’ away,
Like his restless soul, which cries out to be free,
Free from the shackles or begs from this world a release.
What remains after liberty? Nothing save slavery,
And a symbol of hope, a blinding light of silent bravery.
Allah knows best how much a soul can take,
And though it seems the world has stopped tryin’,
I envy your spirit which refuses to break,
Those soldiers know they’re faced with the heart of a lion.
Release him from this madness, this bitter tyranny,
Why do I feel like a dog set loose in a forsaken cemetery?
Forced to hear the cries of the dead and the dying,
Whilst the world does nothing, nothing, yet becomes tired of trying
To liberate a person, a person, a human being,
What am I missing? Don’t take a backseat, let me try and explain to you what you’re not seeing.
Allah knows best how much a soul can take,
And though it seems the world has stopped tryin’,
I envy your spirit which refuses to break,
Those soldiers know they’re faced with the heart of a lion.
Adhering to their sanctions, we pay our dues and thank em,
Thinking we played it smart, oblivious to the consequences of our actions.
Standing on the safe side, fearing the brave side,
Pretending not to see his father weep by his grave side.
Yes, he has a father, a brother and a mother,
Children and a wife just like any other.
Allah knows best how much a soul can take,
And though it seems the world has stopped tryin’,
I envy your spirit which refuses to break,
Those soldiers know they’re faced with the heart of a lion.
Not forgetting others, like in Tamimi, we lost a gem,
But rest assured that the Almighty won’t fail to judge between them.
For him, it was the right time, right place,
Coz he had the right to be there, the right not to have a canister shot in his face.
Allah knows best how much a soul can take,
And though it seems the world has stopped tryin’,
I envy your spirit which refuses to break,
Those soldiers know they’re faced with the heart of a lion.
The ummah is a community; closer still, it’s like a body,
So the pain that’s felt by one should be pain absorbed by everybody.
Feeling hurt, feeling helpless just sitting at home,
But it’s important to remind one another that we’re never alone,
His family are in my thoughts, his wife, may Allah relieve her
pain, and let’s not underestimate dua, the weapon of a believer.
Wake up, get up, it’s been 62 days,
But it’s important to remind one another that we’re never alone,
His family are in my thoughts, his wife, may Allah relieve her
pain, and let’s not underestimate dua, the weapon of a believer.
Wake up, get up, it’s been 62 days,
As we lie in our beds, time is slippin’ away.
There are no veils between the prayers of the oppressed and their Lord.
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| Khader Adnan's face appears on posters during a protest in Gaza City. Photograph: Mohammed Abed/AFP/Getty Images |

Words fail to describe how much i love this. Allah has blessed you with a true talent and a beautiful heart. The words of this poem reflect not just your thoughts but the one's that linger in my heart too. I read the story of Khader Adnan a few days ago, and this poem does justice to the beauty of his patience and strength aswell as our; the ummah's lives, as a comparison to his.
ReplyDeleteGod bless you and give you the zeal to write like this for years to come. I respect you for what you write and i never fail in loving your inspirational work, Masha'Allah. Keep it up.
Maria :)
Thank You!! you spoke my mind!
ReplyDeletemy Allah be with him.
Salam. JzkA to the both of you for your kind words. I appreciate the feedback; it’s always nice to hear that one way or another, someone is benefiting from your work. We’re only hear for a few moments, we need to accumulate as many good deeds as we can.
ReplyDeleteBrother Khader’s plight really is such a heart-wrenching situation and I hope we can all take a lesson from this. Remember him, his family and the whole ummah in your duas.
Your brother in deen.
Ismail