My Crime?

[Scented Blood]

Lie here in my arms

I know the clothes you wear I bought them for you

I push your hair back that I cut with my own hands

I wipe your eyes as I have done many times before

I hold your feet in my hands for they are cold

Someone has taken a photo of us but we will be forgotten

I remember your life in an instant as I lived every moment with you

Do you remember how you would bite on my finger?

Do you remember when I tried to teach you how to kick a ball you would pick it up and bring it to me with a cheeky smile?

Do you remember how you would hide under the table pretending to fix a car?

Do you remember standing next to me in salah and waiting for my going into sajood so you could pull my jumper over my head and run as fast as your little legs would carry you?

Do you remember how we nursed that cat so that it could walk again?

You held my heart in the palm of your small hand

Never could I say no to you

I never once shouted at you, never was there a need

What was life like before you? I can’t nor do I want to remember….





Those little hands were for holding sweets but they have been destroyed

Your legs that would help you run around the house night and day I can’t even find

What father ever hopes to outlive his son but this is what I do today

I tell myself you’re sleeping but deep down I know the truth

The truth is simple

A people came wanting blood and glory…What a lethal mixture

They don’t even know our names but they have ended our lives

Where is their operation hearts and minds now?

I cry till I can’t see no more begging them to help but they have cigarettes to smoke and jokes to make.

My ears fill with their laughter as they were once with yours

Ya Rubb Ya Rubb take him from me for I cannot bear his being in pain no more

My crime? My crime was deciding that we would treat ourselves to milk this day and that my son could come with me. I didn’t even see them until it was too late.

Will the world believe that a people so barbaric thought it would be funny to throw grenades at us to watch us run like animals?

I didn’t even see them as they came at us. I didn’t see until it was too late.

I close your eyes with my bloody hands. Is it your blood or mine I do not know?

They drag me away, I scream as they dig their hands into my wounds that they insist on pulling me by

I hear them getting their story together how I tried to blow them up but they had shot me first

You will believe them but not me. What was the word of a baker against the word of army?

As I am thrown in the back of the truck I wonder how my wife will feel not knowing that today would be the day she the light of her life was extinguished

The hood is pulled over my head

All I see is darkness as I fight to breath…

[I_Am_A_Hermit]

“Often remember the destroyer of pleasures"

[Umm Ahmed]

Oh subhaanAllaah , may Allaah destroy the oppressors ameen.
Please add the author

[Scented Blood]

I wrote it.

[Magoo]

give some rep to the brother masha'allah, thats impressive bro

[Scented Blood]

Ive been thinking about that picture that Abu Sabayaa posted and trying to understand what it must be like.

[Abul Hasan]

Akhee al-kareem, it is beautiful.

[Abul Hasan]

For passing on to all you email contacts:

[Scented Blood]

Jazakallah khair akhi

That is much appreciated.

[AbuUsama]

For passing on to all you email contacts:

jazakhallahu khair bro

[Abu Abdallah al-Bulghari]

It's not her, it's us who are being killed at each snapshot. Me, you, him, her.

We keep looking at the pictures and we keep being desensitized unless we act upon it. And why is it that we do not act?

We live in the world with so many people and so many divisions of responsibilities that there always be someone else, not us, more suitable for the job done. Others cook for us, clean for us, kill for us, and we are just fastening this nut on that bolt 8 hours a day, 5 days a week - that is our "career path", "profession". And there are billion reasons for not doing it for others and only one reason to do it for ourselves.

I am not proposing or asking for proposals, it's not that kind of subforum. May be thoughts like that should be added to a jar with sand particle by particle, and may be some day the jar will overflow.

[Dawn]

its sad.. yet well written...

[Scented Blood]

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For over 2 years i have looked at this picture and at times i have cried.

This captures the suffering for the Ummah so much its crippling.

[Nu7]

Subhan Allah, Wallahi that picture is very moving.

[Umm Yahya]

:( Ya Allaah!

it makes me feel so ashamed..the things i complain about...

the poem is so sad because its so real..