In the name of ALLAH,The Most Merciful,The Most ForgivingI hung my head in shame…
Aaaaaagh! Not another one! Right were it knows it wouldn’t be wanted. As if to say ‘ Just try and stop me!’ Humungous and perfectly round. Conspicuously red, like a hazard sign saying ‘STOP! LOOK AT ME!’ I turned away from the mirror with my usual post pimple-discovery glumness. Why me?! Why Now?! Why does life do these things to me?! Why can't I have clear skin too? Is it too much to ask? It isn’t fair! I buried my head in my pillow and continued cursing Life.Suddenly everything around me seemed to tilt! Like a merry-go-round I began to spin, faster and faster! Everything around me was now a blur as I was helplessly whirled away…
Bump! I opened my eyes. I was in a desert of some kind. I could see a tent and hundreds of people in front of me. They were scrambling in and out, looking exhausted and feeble and desperate. It was a refugee camp.Suddenly a small boy of 5 or 6 years caught my eye. What struck me about him at once was his frail body. Hardly any skin on those bones. Next I noticed his tattered and torn clothes. He was hunched in a corner of the tent, his skeletal hands covering his face. I got up, still slightly wobbly, and took a few steps towards him. Then I heard it...it broke me to pieces to hear such heart-wrenching sobs. They racked his body and his pathetic shoulders shook with its intensity. I watched, taken aback for a few minutes, not knowing what to do. I took a step forward but stopped when an old lady suddenly approached the little boy and embraced him. “ It’s OK Luqman, they’re gone to Jannah! Aren’t you happy they are gone to a better place? ALLAH is taking good care of your Mummy and
Daddy. He kept you alive for a reason, you have to be strong. Those American’s will pay for what they did; if they think they can get away with all this,they don’t know us Afghans yet! Shhhhhh! Don’t cry my baby…be strong.” I’m spinning again…cant see the boy, cant see anything….
“Run! Run! They’re coming!” As I opened my eyes a girl in her teens with a thick accent grabbed me and pulled me among the mad rush of people scurrying away. These people were petrified. “ Don’t you hear them coming? Do you want to get yourself killed?!” I struggled to keep up with her as she led me to a simple but neat house and we crept inside. “ Didn’t you hear them coming?!” she asked again “It’s suicide to be in the streets at this time! The curfews are out! They would have killed you!” “Who would have killed me?” I asked, dazed and shaken. “You are not from around here are you? The Israeli’s of course! Don’t you…” she was interrupted by a shrill sound that dominated the streets. We smelt the scent of death even before we gazed outside the window to see a frail old Palestinian man gasping his last while he lay in a pool of blood. I looked up and before the spinning began again, my eyes locked with those of the armed Israeli soldier for a second,and all I saw was pure hate…
Suddenly everything is silent. I sniffed the air-it had the pungent odour of disinfectant. I was in a hospital. Two doctors were engaged in a hushed conversation. One was seated in a chair and held his head in his hands“ I can’t take it anymore Mahmoud” he sounded heartbroken and drained. “All this pain, the hurt…to see my people suffering in this way…its not easy for a doctor to do his work without feeling the pain of his people, we are human beings too!” “Abdullah, you have to stay together, not just for the people of Iraq but for your own sake. Do you think I find it any easier? To see people come in with no hands and legs,to see the agony on their faces. To see death in front of you day in and day out! We can’t save them all Abdullah, but we have to try to save as many as we can…that’s our part to play in this war…” Tears fell silently down Abdullah’s cheeks. “When will it end? Ya ALLAH help us!” Suddenly the door burst open and a panic-stricken nurse rushed in “ Doctors! Quick!
There was a bomb explosion in Baghdad! The casualties are pouring in! Quick!” And as the room faded into a confusing blur, I felt a tear slide down my own cheek.
Blink. I opened my eyes with much effort. My head was face down on my pillow, stained with tears. I seemed to have fallen asleep amidst all my moaning. I got up and washed my face without even looking in the mirror.I hung my head in shame. Who cares about a few ridiculous pimples? There are people in the world right this second who are going through enormous oppression. Let me direct my pity towards them.
Ya ALLAH we beg of you to relieve all our brothers and sisters who are suffering all around our troubled globe. Ameen, Ya Rabbal ‘Aalameen.
Aslaam Aleikum Warahmatullah Wabarakatu,
Masha Allah sister...very moving article.
Ameen, Ameen, Ameen to your dua.
May all of us brothers get off our butts insha Allah and save our dying Ummah.
on May 3, 2004 12:08 PM
Waslaam Warahmatullah Wabarakatu
assalaam alikum wa rahmtulallah--
i loved the article mashallah...may God help us see past our pimples! ( so many people focus on their 'pimples', in fact the whole ummah seems to be concentrating on well....nothing but pimples!) :)
and ameen ya rab to your duaa as well...
Very beautiful...and unfortunately all too telling of our brainwashed self-centered superficial existences...
...if I were a dying Muslim in a raped country I would most likely hate those American Muslims who were more worried about their hair, cars, and music to care about their dying brethren, as much as I would hate those typical non-Muslim Americans who lived their ignorantly content and wastefully extravagant lifestyles at the expense of the desecration of my blood...
...though it would hurt more knowing that those whose responsibility it is to protect my blood and my honor are part of the problem...
The problem is not the kuffar---they are our sworn enemies and destined to oppose us, we cannot constantly blame them for doing what the Quran says they wlll do. AS IF complaining and pointing fingers will make them stop! AS IF they will one day surprise us by not trying to destroy what our forefathers gave their lives and dedicated their souls to establish! WHY ARE WE SURPRISED?! The world and its circumstances are made as tests for BELIEVERS so basically it is all about what WE do for and against each other. If a child in Iraq dies, we are more responsible than Madeline Albright...
And if we are too afraid to be Umers or Umm Zubairs we must make up for the loss we have inflicted upon the world by ensuring that our progeny do not follow in our footsteps and inherit our cowardice.
"Why are the drums so silent..."
---Dawud Wharnsby Ali
assalaam alikum wa ramhtulallah--
"...if I were a dying Muslim in a raped country I would most likely hate those American Muslims who were more worried about their hair, cars, and music to care about their dying brethren"
sooo true! so what do we do about our oblivious brothers and sisters? its one thing to see the world deaf blind and dumb, but to see our own kind turning a blind eye- it hurts:( i just keep remembering that hadith of the prophet (s) when he tells us how our ummah one day will be so weak, so they ask him, is it because we are few in number? and his response was no, there will be soo many of you....that seems to be where we are today, dont you think? we're just taking up space...
I suppose the best start would be for us to change what we have the most amount of control over: ourselves. We must make ourselves shining examples of how Islam can exalt a person and beautify them with dignity. The Rasool, May Allah bless him and give him peace, and his folk and companions (may Allah bless them all) converted people not with their words, but with their states. They took their 'ilm, converted it to 'aml and attained to their haal. Lets become the types of muslims that have so purified themselves with the sunnah that everyone who meets them wants to know what they've got so that they can get it too...forget dale carnegie, they will be having seminars and workshops on the sunnah! So lets do this! IqaamatuDeen is very important. First we are going to talk about it AND THEN WE ARE GOING TO DO IT! If anyone gets in our way we'll steamroll them we'll kill them! Why? Cuz their kuffar! Lets teach these people how to live!....but first, a few announcements...
(couldnt help but drop that in there)
Shaikh Justul the radical imam.on May 3, 2004 10:11 PM
AS Salaamu Alaikum
"May all of us brothers get off our butts insha Allah and save our dying Ummah."
"the whole ummah seems to be concentrating on well....nothing but pimples!"
"If a child in Iraq dies, we are more responsible than Madeline Albright..."
"...if I were a dying Muslim in a raped country I would most likely hate those American Muslims who were more worried about their hair, cars, and music to care about their dying brethren, as much as I would hate those typical non-Muslim Americans who lived their ignorantly content and wastefully extravagant lifestyles at the expense of the desecration of my blood..."
I echo all your sentiments.May ALLAH forgive us all and give us the courage to look past our petty problemsand stand up and DO something for our suffering Ummah.
on May 4, 2004 1:19 PM