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A Poem Dedicated To Omar Khadr

Early morning’s sleepy glow
Life’s snatched and melted flow
Ravaging cries, burnt lies, a world’s humanity sunken so low
A humble sigh, why, was all he wanted to know

The inflicted torment
The forgotten lament
Rainbows of hate and detriment
Bound over blind eyes, confinement

Lashes of inconceivable harm
Lay in sullen stripes on a swollen palm
Some poor words, some slight right,
meant to spell contentment and calm
Oh Freedom, my Freedom, is the only balm

Smells of forgotten rain
Caught within the justice of detain
In red and blue bruises of pain
Scarred upon the flag, an orange stain

The delicious hand of peace
In the shackles of treaties
The cells are guarded by seas
The waves that taunt memories

I’ve held him by his fingers
And they were stricken cold
We will hold him by his heart
And it shall be spun gold

The skies and stars are weeping in rue
Once more, may you feel the sun’s stripy hue
The Highest Honour is written for only a special few
Oh Omar Khadr, may the Almighty forever free you

Written by Juhayfa Bint Shoaib


Some Lessons Learnt Behind Bars – What’s Your Excuse?

It was late at night

And I lay still on my bed

-In my cell-

Sleepy yet unable to sleep

Restless and Wide awake

Feeling scared and uneasy

Thinking about my family and friends

Thinking about life in the Hereafter

-Thinking about Death-

I got lost in my thoughts


Thought about death

-So deeply-

Thought about the End of the World

Thought about the Signs of the End of the World

Thought about my beloved family


My eyes wide open

-Conscious yet not breathing-

I was trembling and shivering

I was feeling cold and I was feeling scared


‘Death could get us all at any time’

-I thought-

‘I’m scared to die

I’m not ready for death

I’ve not done anything right

I’ve not repented enough

I know I’ll be going to hell


I want to go home to my family

And be able to tell them how much they mean to me’


My mind taking control

-Thoughts of regret swam through my head-

I never done anything right

I had plenty of time to repent

-Yet I never repented-

It’s not until I was imprisoned

-That I began thinking-

That I began repenting

That I began -Whole Heartedly- praying

That I came to understand the importance of loving and caring

About how much -Family- meant

The importance of parents

The importance of life


My prayers lasted four to five hours

My du’aa lasted three to four hours

I would weep

I would cry

-Out Aloud-

I would -Desperately- ask Allah

For His Divine help


I didn’t like where I was

The place scared me

It didn’t feel right

I felt out of place

I felt like a stranger

-Like a sheep in a herd of camels-


I felt scared of the fellow prisoners

They were big and tall

I thought they were going to hurt me

-Beat me and kick me-


The prisoners were scary looking

Always looking drugged and doped

Yet I refused to judge them

-By what I saw-


I didn’t want to know about their crime

I didn’t even mind about being locked up in solitary confinement

Because it was much safer

-Than being out there amongst them-


Prison aint a place for a Muslim

It aint a place for an innocent person


It aint a ‘cool’ place to be

It is Hell inside


The prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him) said:

‘This Dunya is like a Prison for the believers’


Indeed the saying is true


But when in prison

And you look around

And you observe the place

And the kinds of people inside

And you sit and contemplate

And you think deeply about life


You come to the realisation that

Prison is hell

And it is heaven



But once released

And you’re out

The Dunya is indeed a prison for the believers


I came to learn a lot about my religion

-Whilst inside-

By reading the Holy Quran


And my main regret

Is that I never concentrated on the Quran

-When outside-

I never even tried to understand

I read but I never contemplated upon the


Words of Allah


I experienced Islam

-When inside-

I experienced what

-Being a Muslim-

Is all about


The way we’re meant to

-Fear Allah-

So much fear should be in our hearts

That we should be scared not just to close our eyes

-But to even blink-

In fear that


Could get us



That we should be happy and eager to

-Meet Allah-

For the one who is

-Eager to meet Allah-

Indeed Allah is eager to meet him

Yet at the same time

We should be scared to meet Allah

-In fear that He may not be happy with us-

Due to the amount of


Sins we all commit

Knowingly and unknowingly


Not just read but


On the


Wordings of the Holy Quran


The amount of respect we are meant to show our parents


We’re never that busy

So why don’t we do Dhikr

-On our right fingers-

Why do we not Praise

Thank and Glorify Allah?



So many questions asked

And so many lessons learnt


We are Muslims

And the Quran is our Holy Book


I learnt millions and millions of lessons

-When inside-

But these lessons were learnt

Not just from my experience

Of being inside

But mostly from reading the Holy Quran


You don’t have to be imprisoned to read the Quran

Look to your right

Look to your left

Look in front of you

-There should be a Quran somewhere near you-


Start in the name of Allah

Pick it up

Open it

Read it




And put into practise


We Muslim prisoners have no excuses

And nor should you

Because I


Just told you what to do


And if you didn’t pick up


Of the lessons from this poem

Then I suggest you re-read

-By scrolling to the top-


Written by LyricalEnigma

Intro Of The LyricalEnigma

The LyricalEnigma is here to tell a story


A story of pain,




This life,

The Hereafter,


Loving and Trusting Allah,

And having faith and hope in Allah and much much more….


This is a new beginning

A new life

A second chance

This is a new person – Alhamdulillah-

Who will Lyrically explain from personal experience

The journey of a Muslim’s life


It is from the heart and soul

It is more empathetic than sympathetic


Scenes will be created

-from words-

But it is up to you to ponder

To try to imagine

-without you having to literally experience-


It is up to you to understand and listen

To acknowledge and to put into practise

-the lessons that have been learnt-


It is only my duty to teach what I came to learn

-because God forbid-

I do not wish to be held accountable

For not teaching the new and beautiful lessons

-that I was taught-

You will be entering my mind

-but it is not just any mind-

It is the mind of a Muslim

Who was falsely imprisoned


And I am just one out of many

-who are or were innocently behind bars-


I am….


The LyricalEnigma

And I am here to tell a Lyrical Story…..


Written by LyricalEnigma

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

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

Almost A Year On….

Date Written: 5 April 2008

A year complete on 24 April this year (08)
A year since the arrests of those 6 sincere
Dawn raids were carried out on the very same day
Their wives and their children stood shocked all the way

Was it hectic, frustrating or unbelievable – you and I don’t know
Only those who have been through it would be able to show
How their children must’ve felt, when the fathers were taken away
How their wives would await their arrival every second, every day

To Paddington Green Police station they were then taken
They were accused of raising funds for purposes of terrorism
Solitary Confinement, they were kept in for hours and days
Strip searched were their rights, CCTV cameras were in their way

But the number did not pause on the sincere 6 brothers
2 more were arrested from their prison cells to join the others
Financial documents were taken from their homes for research
‘Just in case’ they raised funds to bomb a synagogue or a church!

Their names need not mentioning, it won’t be of any benefit
For your duty is towards them no matter where they sit
All you need to know is that they are your brothers who are not free
Open your ears and eyes, so that you may hear them and see

19 days left till the year is complete
Their verdicts will be sooner – possibly next week
Remember them in your du’aas even if you don’t know them for sure
For further information visit

Written by Anonomous

Poem For Our Detained Brothers

He called from his cage

He banged on the door

His fists were bleeding

His heart did it more

They bound him in chains

He never saw the rain

Where they kicked him, there he lain

Brother, brother, detained

They wouldn’t give him water

They believed he’d led some inhumane slaughter

He wasn’t allowed letters from his son or his daughter

They threatened him with bullet and mortar

They threw at him abuse

Because they wanted him to loose

And could entrap him in their ruse

He was silent and that made them confused

Prevented him from taking a shower

They feel big when they exercise their power

This is how they cower

Humans, like the wilting flower

The interrogations were simply futility

They were creative in their brutality

They stripped him of all morality

Couldn’t do that to his individuality

He was made to live on less than those in monastery

They certainly didn’t care for honesty

A ray of sun, barely momentary

Walking was thought complementary

There he lay, caged in number and formation

Dressed in orange humiliation

Forced to admit he belonged to a non-existent corporation

Please know, that it was under duress information

Tears lashed his dusty heart

The way forever on the straightest path

Sorrow mourned his weary eyes

Here he suffered, from their lies

All day, all night, in shackle

Oh dearest Muslim Ummah, Oh what a debacle… 

Written by Juhayfa Bint Shoaib

Dedication To The Muslim Detainees

It’s another day
No different to yesterday
Locked up for twenty three hours
On my own

Away from humanity
Trying to drive me to insanity
All by myself
Like a Quran on a forgotten shelf

I refuse to be beaten
Mentally or psychologically
The games they play
While I’m in solitary
Messing with my head
And hope that I would go mad

They fear me
Even though I am locked up
Am I cannibal?
Like Hannibal?
Who needs to be kept away from others

It’s my mind and ideas that they fear
As they stay clear
Refuse to talk
But watch and stalk
Every move I make

Recording and making notes
Of every discussion and debate
I have with inmates
I can feel their eyes and hate
Watching over me
And wishing that I was dead

They believe the media
And swallow the lies
See me as an animal
That should be put down
And not locked away in a jail

Do I feel disheartened?
And lonely
Quite the contrary
I feel Allah close by
Protecting me

I remember Yunus in the belly of the whale
And Yusuf in another prison
Different times and places
But the similarity is striking
And I keep on making
Dua to my one and only lord
This they cannot censor or record

I smile and pass my days counting
Until I meet my lord smiling
No regrets or shame
For what brought me to this place
And if I had another chance
I would gladly do it all over again
For Allah and my akhirah only
Written by Showkat Talukdar

A Poem Dedicated To Eesa Barot

This is a poem dedicated to Eesa Barot:

With Hardship Comes Ease

Ya Ummati!

May I ask for a few moments from your busy, hectic lifestyle

For you to tear away from worldly pursuits just for a while:

Have you ever wondered what it must feel like being all alone

Trapped in a tiny cell for years on end, mentally torn and worn

Hatred manifesting from fellow inmates, vulnerable to attack

Slandered constantly on the outside, neglected for being black

Our brothers endure this treatment on an all-too regular basis

Why are they no more to you than nameless criminal faces?

You would readily snatch your own blood from a lion’s jaws

Leaping to their rescue without a second thought or pause

It becomes so very easy to enter a house that’s burning down

When your family’s trapped inside who you hear scream & shout

What if compassion was non-existant with no Rahma on this earth

Having loved ones we come to learn what relationships are worth


Would you not also save someone witnessed drowning out at sea

Be he Muslim or non-Muslim, whatever race, creed or nationality

No doubt exhausting all effort in this courageous act of humanity

You would do all it takes to save this person from such calamity

Why then do you show negligence in helping your Muslim brother
Who is imprisoned simply for testifying to ALLAAH and no other

Answer his cry for he questions where the Ummah has gone

Help your brother before you too need help and find no-one..

Ya Akhi!

That Day when mankind shall stand in straightened rows

And the worldly Muslim bites his fingers in regret and woe

When questioned what steps he took for innocents detained

If only he had remembered them, if only he’d felt their pain

When the Body ached with oppression he was nowhere in sight

Yet he claims of belonging to the Ummah.. But with what right?

Sweet scent emanating from your wounds insha’allaah that Day

Bearing proof of a true believer’s steadfastness in Allaah’s Way

My beloved brother, you are not the first nor are you the last

Marking history forever like incarcerated Muslims of the past

In every language of the world is your story being narrated

Du’a made collectively for an end to this mighty fitna created

When you ask for what crime were you abandoned in this way

What answers will we give and what excuses can we make

Why is honour violated today when our numbers are so vast

Huge armies once marched forth, cities flattened in the past

Your blood and honour too is sacred like the Day of ‘Arafat

How can we remove this wahn settled in the Muslim’s heart

A day is surely near bringing relief from this vicious violence

All shall become aware of your lengthy suffering in silence

My brother, don’t ever despair for Allaah is Witnessing all

He has given you ‘eemaan the greatest Blessing after all

With this in your heart and dhikr constant on your tongue

Eternal happiness awaits you…

For it is never the oppressed but oppressor in the wrong.

Written by UR (Nelson, UK)

Miscarriage Of Justice

 How many Muslims have they Captured,
Miscarriages of Justice Manufactured.
Depriving them of the freedom they Deserve,
Separating them from the ones they Love.
Injustice in the name of Democracy,
In truth it’s nothing but Hypocrisy.
Illegally tortured in their secret Prisons,
The price we pay for being Muslim Citizens.
From your dependant children you’re taken Away,
For the agenda of oppressors they must Pay.
You only ever live life Once,
Now imagine it in a cell without a Chance.
An issue we choose to ignore Today,
Whilst people still suffer in Guantanamo Bay.
What will it take for you to Realise?
Their racist plots have begun to Materialise.
Restrained and confined by control Orders,
A developing police state over shadows Us.
Invasion of privacy at their Discretion,
Call it a security measure; yet another Deception.
God is on the side of the Oppressed,
So never let this issue get you Depressed.
Now is the time that we are being Tested,
Or will we truly realise when we’re also Arrested?

Written by Silent Wind

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