We have been told numerous times
That the journey to Jannah is not a free ride.
Trials and tests we must all face
To distinguish between the true and weak-faith.
Many give up while on the true path
We can see that the weak-hearted never last.
True love for Allaah always sees us through
If you keep making duâ'aa, He'll respond to you.
Nay! He is not named Al-Mujeeb for nothing
Verily, Allaah truly is The Responsive.
The plea of His slave, He loves to Hear
Surely, can you believe that Allaah's not there?
Patience is a virtue that must be attained
By the Will of Allaah, Jannah will be gained.
With every hardship definitely comes ease
Allaah's our Witness, Al-Shaheed.
Along with patience comes gratitude
Allaah's The Loving, Al-Wadood.
Truly He loves us when we obey
If we stick to Islaam, we'll never go astray.
Tribulations befall those whom Allaah loves
Passing His tests makes you free like as a dove.
To know that you stuck through it with Him
Truly Allaah Knows all, He's Al-'Aleem!
by sister Umm Junayd
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Test of faith
Blind are my eyes that can’t see the future
Watery they become when I remember the past
The ability to plan the outcome
yet walking in the dark to the pathway
of decisions that are predestined
Life a priceless gift from the One and Only Creator
A test of faith with obstacles at every turn
Judging at each corner to step ahead
Or return to the road not taken
Being a solider of Allah
yet the devil in my ear trying to lead me astray
Performing jihad though not a shedder of blood
Hijab, a symbol of faith, freedom, and modesty
Yet a prisoner in the eyes of the unbelievers
Judged by appearance as uneducated
But when I open my mouth
the words of wisdom enlighten the heart
Walking, talking sign of Islam
Yet perceived as unliberated
Misunderstood as a terrorist
yet practicing a religion which symbolizes peace
Those who choose to walk on the road
not taken only fool themselves
Though their outcome is predestined,
the power of supplication
and the will of the One and Only Creator
can rise a person from the pits of hell
To the door of heaven.
Watery they become when I remember the past
The ability to plan the outcome
yet walking in the dark to the pathway
of decisions that are predestined
Life a priceless gift from the One and Only Creator
A test of faith with obstacles at every turn
Judging at each corner to step ahead
Or return to the road not taken
Being a solider of Allah
yet the devil in my ear trying to lead me astray
Performing jihad though not a shedder of blood
Hijab, a symbol of faith, freedom, and modesty
Yet a prisoner in the eyes of the unbelievers
Judged by appearance as uneducated
But when I open my mouth
the words of wisdom enlighten the heart
Walking, talking sign of Islam
Yet perceived as unliberated
Misunderstood as a terrorist
yet practicing a religion which symbolizes peace
Those who choose to walk on the road
not taken only fool themselves
Though their outcome is predestined,
the power of supplication
and the will of the One and Only Creator
can rise a person from the pits of hell
To the door of heaven.
Spider and the fly
One day the spider said to the fly,
“You always pass my house, but never come inside.
“Is my house too dirty for your feet?
Why don't you come inside and have a seat?
“You avoid strangers, don't worry I understand,
but I am a very dear friend, and have only good things planned.
“My house is suitable for a queen, isn't it?
And so there are stairs in front, if you ever wish to visit.”
“Mr. Spider, I'm too clever,” was the answer of the fly.
“Go deceive someone else, but me, don't even try.
“Whoever climbs your stairs forever remains trapped,
Mr. Spider, I'm too smart, you should've thought of that!”
Now the spider said, “You think my house is too plain for you to see?
I want you to be happy, but it's obvious you don't care about me.
“Why don't you come inside and rest your tired wings?
Inside I have kept for you many beautiful things.
“My house is made of mirrors, you'd have a lot of fun.
I have the most comfortable beds that aren't for just anyone.”
The fly answered, “All this is nice, but an offer from you will never take.
I know better than to sleep on your bed from which I would never awake.”
The spider was impressed by the cleverness of the fly,
“But how can I trap her?” He thought, “how can I try?
“Flattery!” He thought, “it's almost like a rule,
flatter can transform any clever thing into a fool.
“Oh respected lady!” Said the spider, “please don't think I'd deceive you!
You are very smart, not to mention beautiful too.
Your head is decorated in jewels, and your eyes sparkle everyday.
You are gorgeous, intelligent and good. Just perfect in every way.”
As the spider continued to flatter her, the fly became more impressed.
“I have no need to fear you,” she said, “I can get rid of my stress.
“Refusing someone's offer is not a good thing to do;
breaking someone's heart is terribly painful too.”
So with confidence the fly flew towards the spider,
As she landed on the sticky web the spider quickly caught her.
The foolishness of the fly cost her a great deal,
But the spider's hunger vanished, having eaten a delicious meal.
Poet :Anonymous
“You always pass my house, but never come inside.
“Is my house too dirty for your feet?
Why don't you come inside and have a seat?
“You avoid strangers, don't worry I understand,
but I am a very dear friend, and have only good things planned.
“My house is suitable for a queen, isn't it?
And so there are stairs in front, if you ever wish to visit.”
“Mr. Spider, I'm too clever,” was the answer of the fly.
“Go deceive someone else, but me, don't even try.
“Whoever climbs your stairs forever remains trapped,
Mr. Spider, I'm too smart, you should've thought of that!”
Now the spider said, “You think my house is too plain for you to see?
I want you to be happy, but it's obvious you don't care about me.
“Why don't you come inside and rest your tired wings?
Inside I have kept for you many beautiful things.
“My house is made of mirrors, you'd have a lot of fun.
I have the most comfortable beds that aren't for just anyone.”
The fly answered, “All this is nice, but an offer from you will never take.
I know better than to sleep on your bed from which I would never awake.”
The spider was impressed by the cleverness of the fly,
“But how can I trap her?” He thought, “how can I try?
“Flattery!” He thought, “it's almost like a rule,
flatter can transform any clever thing into a fool.
“Oh respected lady!” Said the spider, “please don't think I'd deceive you!
You are very smart, not to mention beautiful too.
Your head is decorated in jewels, and your eyes sparkle everyday.
You are gorgeous, intelligent and good. Just perfect in every way.”
As the spider continued to flatter her, the fly became more impressed.
“I have no need to fear you,” she said, “I can get rid of my stress.
“Refusing someone's offer is not a good thing to do;
breaking someone's heart is terribly painful too.”
So with confidence the fly flew towards the spider,
As she landed on the sticky web the spider quickly caught her.
The foolishness of the fly cost her a great deal,
But the spider's hunger vanished, having eaten a delicious meal.
Poet :Anonymous
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Smile is contagious
He smiled at a sorrowful stranger.
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
The stranger remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waiter, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that moment
that he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering puppy
And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm.
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be Upright President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent.
...and THAT is the power of a smile! So smile away :)
The Messenger of Allah Muhammad (peace be upon him) said: "To smile in the company of your brother is charity. " (Bukhari)
Be part of Operation Smile...its Highly contagious!!!
The smile seemed to make him feel better.
The stranger remembered past kindness of a friend
And wrote him a thank you letter.
The friend was so pleased with the thank you
That he left a large tip after lunch.
The waiter, surprised by the size of the tip,
Gave part to a man on the street.
The man on the street was grateful;
For two days he'd had nothing to eat.
After he finished his dinner,
He left for his small dingy room.
He didn't know at that moment
that he might be facing his doom.
On the way he picked up a shivering puppy
And took him home to get warm.
The puppy was very grateful
To be in out of the storm.
That night the house caught on fire.
The puppy barked the alarm.
He barked till he woke the whole household
And saved everybody from harm.
One of the boys that he rescued
Grew up to be Upright President.
All this because of a simple smile
That hadn't cost a cent.
...and THAT is the power of a smile! So smile away :)
The Messenger of Allah Muhammad (peace be upon him) said: "To smile in the company of your brother is charity. " (Bukhari)
Be part of Operation Smile...its Highly contagious!!!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
When a person fears Allah
When a person fears Allah, you can tell
You can see it in his face and in his eyes
In what he will cling to and what he will despise
In what is the center of his attraction
In how he defines the word satisfaction
In how he stops to think before an action
In how he hates spiritual distraction
In ...how restless is his relaxation
In how remembrance of Allah is his favorite vacation
In how cautious is his enjoyment
In how particular he is about his employment
In the direction in which he casts his glances
In how when it comes to his soul, he doesn’t take chances
In the secretive way, he shares his money
In faith he finds a taste much sweeter than honey
In his poverty to Allah, he has found Richness in His Pleasure
In his emptying his heart in repentance, he has found forgiveness beyond measure
In his isolation with his Lord, he feels overwhelmed with the company of blessings
In his hatred of ignorance and fearing a return to a life of transgressing
In how taqwa is his leader, not his desires
In how clear and lofty are, the goals for which he aspires
In how he tames his stomach and incarcerates his tongue
In how readily he submits to the truth shows his love
In how he smiles at the believers and frowns at his sins
In how smooth and loving he is with his wife knowing that gentleness always wins
In how he ponders over the creation of his Lord, increasing in insight and joy!
Fortifying his faith with tawheed knowing what shirk can destroy
By Allah, I love this person and love to watch and count his ways
By Allah, I miss this person who seems so rare these days!
~Anonymous~
You can see it in his face and in his eyes
In what he will cling to and what he will despise
In what is the center of his attraction
In how he defines the word satisfaction
In how he stops to think before an action
In how he hates spiritual distraction
In ...how restless is his relaxation
In how remembrance of Allah is his favorite vacation
In how cautious is his enjoyment
In how particular he is about his employment
In the direction in which he casts his glances
In how when it comes to his soul, he doesn’t take chances
In the secretive way, he shares his money
In faith he finds a taste much sweeter than honey
In his poverty to Allah, he has found Richness in His Pleasure
In his emptying his heart in repentance, he has found forgiveness beyond measure
In his isolation with his Lord, he feels overwhelmed with the company of blessings
In his hatred of ignorance and fearing a return to a life of transgressing
In how taqwa is his leader, not his desires
In how clear and lofty are, the goals for which he aspires
In how he tames his stomach and incarcerates his tongue
In how readily he submits to the truth shows his love
In how he smiles at the believers and frowns at his sins
In how smooth and loving he is with his wife knowing that gentleness always wins
In how he ponders over the creation of his Lord, increasing in insight and joy!
Fortifying his faith with tawheed knowing what shirk can destroy
By Allah, I love this person and love to watch and count his ways
By Allah, I miss this person who seems so rare these days!
~Anonymous~
Monday, March 15, 2010
Lasting moments
Wash all the filth away and change my dead heart
Make me alive and give me a fresh start
So change my heart and wash all the filth away
Don’t leave me drowning here in lonely way
I spent my life running away from you
And now I have no way to turn except you
I turn to you and begging you to be saved
And change me to an obedient slave
I have been doing all my life what I craved
Shaytan and nafs had me always enslaved
Iam ashamed that I have broken your rules
Worhip my nafs and left you ignorantful
But now I know the path leading to these
I bow to you iam asking you to help me
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be greatful to you,change my dead heart
My heart is dark and so my eyes remain dry
Iam at your door and begging you let me in
Don’t push me back in my life of hopeless sins
U change my heart forgive my sins on this day
Don’t leave me drowning here in lonely way
Wash all the filth and change my dead heart
Make me alive and give me a fresh start
Make me alive and give me a fresh start
So change my heart and wash all the filth away
Don’t leave me drowning here in lonely way
I spent my life running away from you
And now I have no way to turn except you
I turn to you and begging you to be saved
And change me to an obedient slave
I have been doing all my life what I craved
Shaytan and nafs had me always enslaved
Iam ashamed that I have broken your rules
Worhip my nafs and left you ignorantful
But now I know the path leading to these
I bow to you iam asking you to help me
I wish your name to be engraved in my heart
I will be greatful to you,change my dead heart
My heart is dark and so my eyes remain dry
Iam at your door and begging you let me in
Don’t push me back in my life of hopeless sins
U change my heart forgive my sins on this day
Don’t leave me drowning here in lonely way
Wash all the filth and change my dead heart
Make me alive and give me a fresh start
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Air Brushed
There she stands in front of the mirror,
her worst enemy because it shows her true reflection,
she tells herself she’s beautiful,
but she only sees imperfection,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
they call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
She picks the brick house shade to put on her lips,
a little bit of glam, and those jeans that hug her hips,
with those red stilettos, she wants to work it out,
like Beyonce when she steps out,
she applies the lightening cream,
that dark skin, she needs to conceal,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
they call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
Maybe she’s born with it,
that’s what she wants you to think,
as she struts past the men,
she’s fooled them again.
She passes by her enemy, who is now her supporter,
takes a quick look, and it doesn’t disappoint her,
a slave to the pretty, a slave to her beauty,
never pleased with anything,
so reaching perfection is her duty,
her Deen is about the looks and vogue is her qur’an,
her tawaf is at sephora, and her ramadan in milan,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
They call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
We pass by each other on the street,
she looks to me,
and,
me to her,
but she doesn’t fool me,
behind the fake facade.
She thinks she is free,
but her shackles are apparent to me,
we’re both slaves, but the difference,
you see,
is that my worship is real, and hers is imitation,
my servitude is my freedom, my deen is my motivation,
but her servitude is artificial, a knock off salvation,
if you’re not a slave of Allah,
you’ll be a slave of some other,
so I submit to the Creator,
I don’t answer to another,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
They call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
- Amatullah is a writer and wannabe poet, who shares the khayr at www.tayyibaat.com and www.muslimmatters.org.
her worst enemy because it shows her true reflection,
she tells herself she’s beautiful,
but she only sees imperfection,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
they call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
She picks the brick house shade to put on her lips,
a little bit of glam, and those jeans that hug her hips,
with those red stilettos, she wants to work it out,
like Beyonce when she steps out,
she applies the lightening cream,
that dark skin, she needs to conceal,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
they call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
Maybe she’s born with it,
that’s what she wants you to think,
as she struts past the men,
she’s fooled them again.
She passes by her enemy, who is now her supporter,
takes a quick look, and it doesn’t disappoint her,
a slave to the pretty, a slave to her beauty,
never pleased with anything,
so reaching perfection is her duty,
her Deen is about the looks and vogue is her qur’an,
her tawaf is at sephora, and her ramadan in milan,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
They call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
We pass by each other on the street,
she looks to me,
and,
me to her,
but she doesn’t fool me,
behind the fake facade.
She thinks she is free,
but her shackles are apparent to me,
we’re both slaves, but the difference,
you see,
is that my worship is real, and hers is imitation,
my servitude is my freedom, my deen is my motivation,
but her servitude is artificial, a knock off salvation,
if you’re not a slave of Allah,
you’ll be a slave of some other,
so I submit to the Creator,
I don’t answer to another,
Airbrushed,
and,
hair brushed,
intoxicated with perfection,
They call it high fashion,
but I call it oppression.
- Amatullah is a writer and wannabe poet, who shares the khayr at www.tayyibaat.com and www.muslimmatters.org.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
I am a sinner, yet I repent
Say: "O 'Ibadi (My slaves) who have transgressed against themselves (by committing evil deeds and sins)! Despair not of the Mercy of Allah, verily Allah forgives all sins. Truly, He is Oft-Forgiving, Most Merciful.(39:53) = )...
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
everyday same old story
dress to impress to the club
pick up my date
oh yea it's time to rate how good she looks good or bad
when I 'm going to find good mate
that will lead me to the gat of jannah
I better take her home before it's too late
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
The next day shoot some hoops with the boys
Talk about girls as if they were toys you
Talk about how fine that girl with that tight skirt that shows her big ol booty
Oh man!Check out her tight white shirt that shows her big boobs
Oh yea! and it's see through
You approach her not caring about her name
You just wanted spit your game
Shoo that 's pretty lame
what type of fame do you get from that?
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
had nightmare last night
Seen Tupac in my dream saying hellfire it hot like motha
Jumped out of my bed out of fear
I knew my death was so near
Never took the chance to hear The beautiful recitation Al-Qur 'an kareem
I knew this was wake up call
time to stop smoking all the weed
That didn't bring any good deeds
never did I ever feed A Miskeen
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are.
Written by Sister K.Khana
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
everyday same old story
dress to impress to the club
pick up my date
oh yea it's time to rate how good she looks good or bad
when I 'm going to find good mate
that will lead me to the gat of jannah
I better take her home before it's too late
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
The next day shoot some hoops with the boys
Talk about girls as if they were toys you
Talk about how fine that girl with that tight skirt that shows her big ol booty
Oh man!Check out her tight white shirt that shows her big boobs
Oh yea! and it's see through
You approach her not caring about her name
You just wanted spit your game
Shoo that 's pretty lame
what type of fame do you get from that?
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are
had nightmare last night
Seen Tupac in my dream saying hellfire it hot like motha
Jumped out of my bed out of fear
I knew my death was so near
Never took the chance to hear The beautiful recitation Al-Qur 'an kareem
I knew this was wake up call
time to stop smoking all the weed
That didn't bring any good deeds
never did I ever feed A Miskeen
I am sinner yet then I repent
that makes a winner
Some people say that I 'm bad
That get 's me real sad
Shaytan tries get 's the best of me I try not to get mad
My dad always say your friends are who you are.
Written by Sister K.Khana
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Priorities in life
By Zahed bin Ghulaam
Busy, busy, busy is on everyone's tongue
Like a number one song, a million times sung
Running around crazy, as rational as a clown
Confusion and mayhem, things are upside down
Something is missing, something not quite right
Something so obvious, like black on white
My heart is agitated and in a state of suspense
As I try and define it, only an absence I sense
Life seems to have no purpose any longer
As I seek the elusive fame, status and wonga!
Laugh you may, but we're in the same boat
Chasing a dream which is misleading and remote
Surely mankind has a real purpose to serve
Surely there is something better we deserve
Better than the rich kid, respected and cool?
Designer cloths, fast car, a penthouse with a pool?
Better than parting and chilling with the boys?
Mobile phones, laptops, x-box and fancy toys?
Definitely there is more to life than these
To real happiness these are not the keys
We must wake up and we must get wise
There is something better, we must realize
Take a few deep breaths and deeply think
Because into your heart the truth must sink
The big problem is - our priorities are wrong
Everything has a place in which it belongs
So re-arrange things in their proper layers
First on the list is the daily prayers
Don't take it lightly -Salah must be completed
And day in day out, it must be repeated
Even if you are travelling or have ill-health
Or are tired and old or are busy getting wealth
The Salah is the link you must never neglect
This is the golden rule you must respect
It separates the Muslims from the rest of mankind
And by this Salah, the Muslims are defined
Bowing and prostrating, the prophet prayed
In performing the Salah, he never delayed
Before his maker, the prophet would stand
Submitting to and followed every command
In this spiritual ecstasy hours would pass by
And many tears from his eyes he would cry
Asking for guidance and forgiveness for all
And asking for mankind to accept the call
If we follow this example, we will also succeed
so for true guidance, we should also plead
We should turn to Salah, at our times of need
And only towards goodness this will lead
All the rest of the problems will disappear
And true peace and happiness will appear
The salah will embrace the soul like a friend
Things will come together - all wounds will mend
All the missing pieces will fall in their place
And this life on Earth, we will truly embrace
The link with Allah will not be broken,
This is the promise that Allah has spoken
To pray the Salah, don't ever forget
To pray the salah, you must always respect
To pray the salah, you must never neglect
To pray the Salah, to Allah will connect.
Your right priorities have to be defined
and chasing shadows, you must leave behind
In praying your Salah, success you will find
With contentment in life and peace of mind
Dedicated to brothers and sisters who knows that they need to start praying more regular (including me). May Allah give us all the guidance and strength to prioritise our lives properly and through His mercy attain success in this life and in the hereafter (ameen).
Busy, busy, busy is on everyone's tongue
Like a number one song, a million times sung
Running around crazy, as rational as a clown
Confusion and mayhem, things are upside down
Something is missing, something not quite right
Something so obvious, like black on white
My heart is agitated and in a state of suspense
As I try and define it, only an absence I sense
Life seems to have no purpose any longer
As I seek the elusive fame, status and wonga!
Laugh you may, but we're in the same boat
Chasing a dream which is misleading and remote
Surely mankind has a real purpose to serve
Surely there is something better we deserve
Better than the rich kid, respected and cool?
Designer cloths, fast car, a penthouse with a pool?
Better than parting and chilling with the boys?
Mobile phones, laptops, x-box and fancy toys?
Definitely there is more to life than these
To real happiness these are not the keys
We must wake up and we must get wise
There is something better, we must realize
Take a few deep breaths and deeply think
Because into your heart the truth must sink
The big problem is - our priorities are wrong
Everything has a place in which it belongs
So re-arrange things in their proper layers
First on the list is the daily prayers
Don't take it lightly -Salah must be completed
And day in day out, it must be repeated
Even if you are travelling or have ill-health
Or are tired and old or are busy getting wealth
The Salah is the link you must never neglect
This is the golden rule you must respect
It separates the Muslims from the rest of mankind
And by this Salah, the Muslims are defined
Bowing and prostrating, the prophet prayed
In performing the Salah, he never delayed
Before his maker, the prophet would stand
Submitting to and followed every command
In this spiritual ecstasy hours would pass by
And many tears from his eyes he would cry
Asking for guidance and forgiveness for all
And asking for mankind to accept the call
If we follow this example, we will also succeed
so for true guidance, we should also plead
We should turn to Salah, at our times of need
And only towards goodness this will lead
All the rest of the problems will disappear
And true peace and happiness will appear
The salah will embrace the soul like a friend
Things will come together - all wounds will mend
All the missing pieces will fall in their place
And this life on Earth, we will truly embrace
The link with Allah will not be broken,
This is the promise that Allah has spoken
To pray the Salah, don't ever forget
To pray the salah, you must always respect
To pray the salah, you must never neglect
To pray the Salah, to Allah will connect.
Your right priorities have to be defined
and chasing shadows, you must leave behind
In praying your Salah, success you will find
With contentment in life and peace of mind
Dedicated to brothers and sisters who knows that they need to start praying more regular (including me). May Allah give us all the guidance and strength to prioritise our lives properly and through His mercy attain success in this life and in the hereafter (ameen).
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Jewish Soldier and a 4 year Palestinian girl
From the diary of an almost 4-year old Palestinian girl who lost her eye to a bullet.
Tomorrow the bandages will come off,
I wonder, will I see half an oven? Half an apple?
Half my mother's face with my one remaining eye?
I did not see the bullet
But felt its pain exploding in my head.
his image did not disintegrate
The soldier with his big gun and steady hands
And the look in his eyes I could not understand
If I can see him so clearly with my eyes closed,
It could be that inside our heads
We each have one spare set of eyes
To make up for the ones we lose.
Next month, on my birthday
I'll have a brand new glass eye
Maybe things will look round and fat at the middle.
I gaze through all my marbles,
They make the world look strange.
I hear a nine-month-old has also lost an eye,
I wonder if my soldier shot her too,
A soldier looking for little girls who look him in the eye.
I'm old enough, almost four,
I've seen enough of life
But she's just a baby
Who didn't know any better
By Hanan Mikhael Ashrawi
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