My Child

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By Yasmeen Ahmed

I see images of you everyday,
images that are, and will remain imprinted on my heart forever.
I cannot escape them, even if I were to try.
I see you, stood firm with a mere stone in your hand,
bravely confronting the oncoming tanks.
Your oppressors laugh and see it as a foolish act.
but my son, your stength comes from your unwaivering Emaan.
It is they who are the fools.

I see images of you everyday,
images that are, and will remain imprinted on my heart forever.
I cannot escape them, even if I were to try.
I see you stood motionless, with a blank look on your face,
staring at the rubble,
the rubble which was once..
your home.
Deafening bombs, brutally sent by cowardly invaders,
Cowards who have invaded..
..your home...your land..your mind...your heart...and your tranquility.
I see images of you everyday,
images that are, and will remain imprinted on my heart forever.
I cannot escape them, even if I were to try.
I see your limp, injured, bloody body carried by your father, rushing frantically and crazed.
I hear his piercing, panicked scream.
Yet.
it is only a still image before me.
Looking at it..
I...
cannot...
find..
my..
breath.
I see images of you everyday,
images that are, and will remain imprinted on my heart forever.
I cannot escape them, even if I were to try.
I see the remains of your beautiful mother,
you were to be her first born.
Shattered inside her womb.
My insides contract in agonising, unrecognisable pain.
Pain borne from the horrific way we have lost..
both of you.
I see images of you everyday,
images that are, and will remain imprinted on my heart forever.
I cannot escape them, even if I were to try.
I see the hoards of people at your funeral procession.
Fathers, Grandfathers, Uncles, brothers.
Raising the banner. Hurt beyond words.
Martyrs. Lions. Mujahids.
I see innocent life lost.
you, and you, and you, and you, and..
I try to shake off the feeling of madness, of disbelief, of lightheadedness.
My child,
your situation,
eats away at me..more than my disease.
You, my child, our child, are from amoungst this noble Ummahs honourable.
Deserving of witnessing the victory in your lifetime..InshaAllah.
wasapanin
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2 thoughts on “My Child

    agreablement said:
    January 28, 2009 at 11:08 AM

    passo per caso nel tuo blog
    un saluto from Italy, ciao

    Mike said:
    March 1, 2009 at 8:59 AM

    Just passing by.Btw, you website have great content!

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