Um Ibrahim
Alhamdulilah :)
A poem by Professor Sami Al-'Ulyan
Incarcerated in the u.s
Innocent:
he's been indited,
the general decided,
the paper insighted he must be guilty
The agent persumed, prosecutors consumed, the judge assumed; we're sure he's guilty.
The bigiots are infused,
tv is amused,
the public is confused,
but trust us he is guilty.
Doesn't matter what we saw, we'll simply change the law, call it the final straw; we think he's guilty.
we have him on a call, It maybe to a congressional hall,
our goal is to make him fall, because we believe he's guilty.
the trial would be perfect when guilty is the verdict,
even if the evidence is suspect,
nevermind we find him guilty.
But he only spoke his mind to people of every kind,
justice maybe be blind
but it's been hard to find because he's innocent.
Strip Search:
His body was built,
his head was bold,
his heart was dead,
his face was cold,
his eyes were fierce,
mustash was thick,
he lifted up his finger, I was his pick.
Take off your jumper and shirt and boxers,
but I've only been to the librarary,
have not seen or met anybody,
strip, your gaurded to strip
and don't you dare move your lip;
take off your jumper and shirt and boxers,
open your mouth, show me your tongue,
give me a cough deep from your lung,
hold your bottocks, and bend over,
turn around, lifted it up and stay sober
The routine is to humiliate,
to scar and intimidate,
His search took an eternity in the name of security,
they strip you of your dignity.
Shake Down:
They came monday morning,
in front of my door Five COs and one LT, at 6ft and 4.
Come up, shut up, cough up they said,
turn around back up, hold down your head.
They joked and laughed, it's time for a shakedown.
Control, destroy, and don't you dare frown.
Counter band, counter band, he yelled from the side;
my heart just sank, he's found my hide.
Extra blanket
extra sheet, boxers he's thrown,
plastic spoon,
peanute butter, and a picture I've drawn,
my heart was beating faster than before.
If he finds it my life ain't the same anymore,
seconds and minutes were passing like years.
Fraustrated, worried and crying without tears,
undaunted they left, the cell upside down.
Starlted it looked like a turnado hit town.
But I calmed and l laughed, and thanked the Lord:
My pencil is safe and mighter than the sord!
Dear brothers and sisters, please never forget our Muslim brothers and maybe even sisters who are in jails only because they are practising Muslims. Make dua for them as you would make dua for your own. May Allah help them, strenthen their Iman, and reward them for their patience a mighty reward. Amin
p.s I just decided to type up the poem, but it was actually read by Anwar Awlaiky in a youtube video I saw. I thought it was amazing, so just thought i would share it with all of you.
Incarcerated in the u.s
Innocent:
he's been indited,
the general decided,
the paper insighted he must be guilty
The agent persumed, prosecutors consumed, the judge assumed; we're sure he's guilty.
The bigiots are infused,
tv is amused,
the public is confused,
but trust us he is guilty.
Doesn't matter what we saw, we'll simply change the law, call it the final straw; we think he's guilty.
we have him on a call, It maybe to a congressional hall,
our goal is to make him fall, because we believe he's guilty.
the trial would be perfect when guilty is the verdict,
even if the evidence is suspect,
nevermind we find him guilty.
But he only spoke his mind to people of every kind,
justice maybe be blind
but it's been hard to find because he's innocent.
Strip Search:
His body was built,
his head was bold,
his heart was dead,
his face was cold,
his eyes were fierce,
mustash was thick,
he lifted up his finger, I was his pick.
Take off your jumper and shirt and boxers,
but I've only been to the librarary,
have not seen or met anybody,
strip, your gaurded to strip
and don't you dare move your lip;
take off your jumper and shirt and boxers,
open your mouth, show me your tongue,
give me a cough deep from your lung,
hold your bottocks, and bend over,
turn around, lifted it up and stay sober
The routine is to humiliate,
to scar and intimidate,
His search took an eternity in the name of security,
they strip you of your dignity.
Shake Down:
They came monday morning,
in front of my door Five COs and one LT, at 6ft and 4.
Come up, shut up, cough up they said,
turn around back up, hold down your head.
They joked and laughed, it's time for a shakedown.
Control, destroy, and don't you dare frown.
Counter band, counter band, he yelled from the side;
my heart just sank, he's found my hide.
Extra blanket
extra sheet, boxers he's thrown,
plastic spoon,
peanute butter, and a picture I've drawn,
my heart was beating faster than before.
If he finds it my life ain't the same anymore,
seconds and minutes were passing like years.
Fraustrated, worried and crying without tears,
undaunted they left, the cell upside down.
Starlted it looked like a turnado hit town.
But I calmed and l laughed, and thanked the Lord:
My pencil is safe and mighter than the sord!
Dear brothers and sisters, please never forget our Muslim brothers and maybe even sisters who are in jails only because they are practising Muslims. Make dua for them as you would make dua for your own. May Allah help them, strenthen their Iman, and reward them for their patience a mighty reward. Amin
p.s I just decided to type up the poem, but it was actually read by Anwar Awlaiky in a youtube video I saw. I thought it was amazing, so just thought i would share it with all of you.