Archive for May, 2008

Locked In An Oppression

They took me beyond away
Far from my dearest family
Stamping fresh life into dirt
Stripping away shrouded dignity,
With the coldest of mirth

Confined without a wrong
Locked in an oppression, for oh so long
Holding tightly onto everything I believe
No compassion, no one to grieve

They shout and they scream
Ripping hearts into a blood stream
They won’t leave us in peace
Brothers and sisters, bereaved

Tears leave our beginnings
Crying out desperate meanings
Rivers of sadness through the blood on our cheeks
Oh Almighty Allah, only your help do we seek

Torture sessions become our sense of time
Keys as they open prison gates, sing a rhyme
‘We’ve come to bring out offenders, who’ve been here so long. Shackled by the chains, of our evil hate song
We can’t wait to get hold of them, increase their sorrow
And we’ll do it again, worse every morrow.’

Disintegrating, in these prison cells
Dying, in a living hell

Their deeds slash through our scarred skin
As if to be treated human, is a major sin

Days, months, years, one special life
Our souls have long left us, beautiful as kites

Here lay only our flesh, strewn in mass protest
Eaten away by madness and owning nothing less

Oh Allah make them free as birds…
To soar in the sky, without a care in the world

………..

Written by Juhayfa Bint Shoaib

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Why I Love The Prison Cells

The door was kicked down
My wife was still in her night gown
They yelled and they swore
As they took me away, out the door
 
My child began to scream and cry out loud
As if his father was wrapped in his shrouds
I turned my face around, desperate to see him
He came running towards me, touching my legs with his chin
 
I cried as I looked up towards my wife
She was my shield, the only woman in my life
I told her not to worry; my deen will travel with me
She nodded her head, as she wiped my tears off me
 
I was chucked into the van, as if I was the mail
They drove me to dark chambers, also known as the Jail
I spent hours alone, with the darks walls around (me)
Silent it was; the clock ticking the only sound
 
Minutes, hours and days later, I was subsequently charged
With crimes I had never committed, the news hit me hard
I was a Muslim living in Britain… practising my belief
Not a murderer, rapist, paedophile or even a thief
 
When my wife came to visit me, I had to be strip-searched
As if I had explosives with me, to bomb a Christian church
Only half an hour with my wife, and child – that was it
What had I done, which made me fall into such a ditch?!
 
The reason why I was there, was because of the identity I held
I hadn’t called for anything – words of Islam were what I yelled
A dawah stall each week, to call people to my deen
Accepting it will be pleasure, in gardens which no eye has seen
 
A couple of months later, I was sentenced for LIFE
They said I plotted to murder, and take away innocent lives
What could I do, other than to raise my hands up high?
My Lord! You are my protector, my Lord above the sky
 
Whilst the earth praises you 24-7
The praise is not enough, for the Lord of the Heavens
Hence I will continue to praise you, upon every second of my life
Verily we have been created, to give and sacrifice!
 
I spent many years deep inside my cold cell
Though it kept me firm, as it reminded me of hell (situation will be worse)
Year after year, I spent alone with my Lord
The Qur’aan was my shield, the Sunnah my Sword
 
But as every soul shall witness death, I could not escape
My time had come, for me to leave the world I hate
Ashadul Allah Illaha Illallah – were my last words
I pray my soul is placed in the hearts of green birds
 
I left my wife, child and wealth all behind
What I gained was Jannah, a place which always shines
May my wife and my child reach the gardens I ended in
Which was gained with the good – and without the sin
 
My life in the dunya may seemed hard at the time
But the palace I am granted, is now all mine
I will never be arrested from here, nor taken away
Which is why I now love the Prison cells – even today!

Written by anonymous