Thursday, July 10, 2014

Gaza

Gaza Gaza Gaza... I have no words to express my grief. The pictures speak it all.






How can little children be terrorists? What danger do babies pose to your bloodthirsty reign? Are you following the footsteps of  Firaun and killing them before they grow big enough to question your misdeeds? And the media portrays Israelis seeking shelter from Hamaz rockets! Really!!! Do any of them show an injured Israeli pet even, let alone children?

And you Arab leaders! You sheikhs of UAE and Saudi Arabia! You filthy hypocrites! Where is your sense of right and wrong now? You were at the forefront to "relieve" Egypt of the "undemocratic" rule of Mursi. What is happening in Gaza isn't just anti-people, it's anti-human! Have you gone blind now? Why don't you do something? What do you have armies for? Go help Gaza! Can't you see children-- children!-- being slaughtered? These could be your kids too! Remember that your comforts aren't eternal. Your palaces too will crumble!

Remember, your indifference will never be forgiven. If you choose to remain silent today, you will have no words when your Lord asks you about them.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Nine

How time flies! Now I'm a mother.

I wouldn't say 'if only you were here'- no, it isn't befitting a Muslim. But at times when I exchange new-mom worries with my friends-- my baby sucks her thumb all the time, has your son started rolling on to his stomach yet, does your little one sleep through the night, does she laugh and play, and so on-- I sometimes wonder how it would have been between us.  I believe it was the thought of the once-potential now-impossible grandchild that made your mother's eyes well up when she came to see my baby. We still miss you.

In sha Allah, I will introduce you to my son from Jannah, when Allah unite us all.

Saturday, August 17, 2013

The blood in the streets

The agony of the brothers and sisters dying in Egypt in a revolting massacre of democracy brought to my mind the lines of Pablo Neruda. The time and place may be  different, but the situation the same- perhaps ten times worse.

" And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings --
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children's blood.
Jackals that the jackals would despise,
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate!

Face to face with you
I have seen the blood
of Spain tower like a tide
to drown you in one wave
of pride and knives!
Treacherous
generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken Spain :
from every house burning metal flows
instead of flowers,
from every socket of Spain
Spain emerges
and from every dead child a rifle with eyes,
and from every crime bullets are born
which will one day find
the bull's eye of your hearts.

And you'll ask: why doesn't his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land?
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
The blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
In the streets!"

-"I'm Explaining a Few Things", Pablo Neruda

Sunday, July 28, 2013

The Dream

Alhamdulillah...



Leaving everything to Allah...

Allah knows..




Not a tear falls from your eyes without His knowledge. Not even the tiniest puff of your breath escapes His notice.

So, worry not. Put your trust in Allah. He knows it all..

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

How true!


إِنَّ مَعَ العُسرِ يُسرًا



Monday, July 15, 2013

He alone...

This Ramadan, befriend the Creator. He alone knows you better than you know yourself.