This poem is dedicated to all the muslim prisoners of war across the
globe...from gitmo to abu ghraib to every single secret prison for muslims on
the surface of this earth...
Beginnings are hard.
The grain germinates,
Words are heard.
By allah’s qudrat
That delicate plumule
Sneaks out of the hard cover.
Each breath is hope,
As each pain is expiation,
We foresee and smile.
If it takes miles
We will walk
Though our toes may fall off
If borders stop us,
If cages surround us,
Allah is enough for the patient...
We will smile
But hide our tears
As enemies boast.
We walk.
As allah’s promise
Rushes to embrace the deserving.
If cages surround
And borders stop,
We will wait...
Alhamdulilah!
Death is our victory
And to them a loss
Though you cry,
Smile.
The reason is close...
No matter how hard
They try
They cannot change allah’s will.
Sit but walk
Cry..., and smile
As this dunia belongs to the one you bow down to...
27th jumada al awal, 1431
(11th
may, 2010)
I was here, Badhan..and i loved the liquidy swirl from one stanza to the other...diction was on point and was true to the theme,not too grim to mull the beauty of the piece...picture speaks volumes,very appropriate. I enjoyed it (no pun intended....lol) and i must say you are one great wordsmith...
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wow..when i saw this comment i read it over and over again..i just couldn't stop thinking about it.... Reindeer Brown! thank you soo much!!!!!!!! i look forward to working with you on a piece :)
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