Posts Tagged ‘detainees’

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


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
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Written by Anonomous

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