Poetry from Our Beloved Brothers..detained

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A Sincere Prayer

O' my Lord, to whom do I turn
To a hypocrite who wishes me to burn
Or an enemy who wants me to be slain
Or the wicked, who unjustly detain
Or the misguided, whose faith is in vain
Or the ignorant, who doesn't learn
Or the poor, who cannot earn
Or a stranger who will refrain
Or the corrupt, whose support I won't maintain
Or a liar who wants to entertain
Or a busy man, whose help I cannot obtain
Or the weak, whose own relief he cannot attain
Or the arrogant, whose compassion I'd never gain
It's only to you my Lord
That I shall come again and again
Bestow on me the faith
That forever will sustain


SOURCE: FreeSamiAlArian.com

Over the past year, Dr. Sami Al-Arian has written more than 60 poems, dealing with subjects that are near and dear to his heart, including the subjugation of the Palestinian people, the tragic killing of American Peace Activist Rachel Corrie, and the daily hardships he faces under the horrendous conditions of his imprisonment, etc.
We hope that these beautiful words will better convey the thoughts and feelings of Dr. Al-Arian. A collection of these poems entitled Conspiring Against Joseph will be published by Sept. 1.
 
Conspiring Against Joseph

With a trembling voice
Between a whisper
And a scream
Dear father, said he,
I just had
A magnificent dream

Eleven stars,
The moon,
And the sun,
All bowing before me
Like angels bowing
Before the Almighty

O' my beloved son
Don't you tell your brothers
Lest they scheme
Or conspire

Once penetrating the soul
Jealousy is a deadly disease
Love, compassion
Mercy and grace
All would flee
The heart and cease

Father, let's take Joseph
For the day
We shall entertain him,
While we hunt
And play

O' my sons I fear
For my beloved child
From an animal
That's dangerous and wild

O' our dear old father
Don't you worry
We shall protect him
Have trust in us
And you won't be sorry

Once away,
Someone asked with a thrill
What shall we do?
One quickly answered
Let's punish at will
A second voice said
Let's burn or grill
While a third shouted
No, no let's kill

The eldest sat quietly
But with the loudest yell
Announced, let's place Joseph
In the hidden well
Shortly after,
Joseph was found
By passersby
And offered cheaply
To a caravan to sell

Joseph, the honorable
The noble and the brave
Has become a spoil
A servant and a slave

Meanwhile, they arrived
In the middle of the night
While the father was praying
In the fading light

The eldest whispered
His story of deceptive fraud
While handing him a shirt
Mixed with false blood

While we were racing
And running away
The wolf devoured Joseph
And took him as prey

Then they shed
Crocodile tears
While swearing oaths
With their eyes and ears

Joseph grew up
As servant and slave
In the house of the king
A perfect young man
That mothers of all races
Failed to bring

A distinct personality
With shining morality
And true loyalty
Honesty and modesty
Unparalleled beauty
Fulfilling his duty

And showing unique wisdom
Displayed so seldom

But the mistress
Wanted to seduce
And induce
And produce
A sinner
He wanted to abstain
Avoid the pain
And the stain
Forever

She said let's go
He said oh no

They clashed and fought
With lust she sought

Her master was at the door
As they were struggling
On the floor

Immediately she went
On the attack
What do you do with
One who betrayed your trust
Except to imprison
Or to hack

In her hand
Was his shirt
A relative said,
With a deep hurt
"If it's torn
From the front
She is innocent
And he's affront
And if it's torn
From the back
She's lying"
And did attack

But his innocence
Was very clear
As he showed
No worry or fear

Yet, she ordered
His arrest
Since punishing him
Was her essential quest

In his cell, he would pray
O' my Lord of every day
Give me strength in my stay
Be with me in every way
Show them the truth as I say
Teach me wisdom of every ray
Ward their evil and their play
Expose their scheme as it may

But Joseph was jailed
For few more years
Patient, steadfast, and firm
Shedding no tears

Two prison companions
Had shared their visions
And Joseph foreshadowed
The imminent decisions

One would serve the King
And would be set free
The other crucified
And held on a tree

While the king was having
A recurring nightmare
No one was able to explain
Or interpret the affair

The servant said, my Lord
Send me with a team
To Joseph in the prison
And he'd explain the dream

Calm and pleased with
Joseph's wisdom and grace
The King ordered his release
And elevated his place

But Joseph utterly refused
Till his innocence was affirmed
They called the lady
Who confessed and confirmed

Joseph, the truthful
And trusted one
Was now ruling with justice
And making it run
Abundant was the love
And respect that he won
From all people and places
For the work he had done

The brothers showed up
One cold winter
They were poor and hungry
Shivering in the town's center

He recognized them
But they didn't identify him
While begging for aid
He gave them plenty
Without being paid
He told them I'd give you more
If you bring me
Your mother and father
Sons and daughters
Your servant and maid

The father knew
Deep in his heart
That Joseph was not dead
But alive from the start
He was patient,
Always praying to his Lord
That one day he'd see him
Trusting in His word

But the brothers as always
Were mocking father in disgrace
Speaking ill of Joseph
And showing their true face

In the town center,
They assembled
The majority of the tribe
Before the king, and his soldiers
The priests and the scribe

The King then asked
What have you done
In time's past
With a brother
That you abandoned?

You must be Joseph,
Said they,
Our evil did not last
Forgive us O' brother
We're ashamed and saddened

The eleven brothers
Then bowed
With their father
And mother
The dream was unveiled
And justice had surely prevailed

He took his parents' hands
And next to him
They were seated
The conspiracy was exposed
Evil was defeated



SOURCE: FreeSamiAlArian.com
 
Ya Allah! - A Poem By Babar Ahmad

YA ALLAH!

When Adam ate the forbidden fruit, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah forgave him and erased his sin.
When Abraham was thrown into the fire, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah saved him and made the fire cool.
When ordered to sacrifice his son, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah replaced his son with a mountain goat.
When Hagar had nothing to feed her baby, she cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah burst forth for her the Spring of Zamzam.

When Joseph was thrown into the well, he cried “Ya Allah!”
So Allah reassured him of His Help and Victory.
When Jacob became blind at the grief of his missing son, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah restored his sight and returned to him his son.
When Moses fled his land in fear, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah gave him safety in the farmer’s house.
When Pharaoh’s army closed in on them, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah parted the sea for them and drowned their enemy.

When Job was stricken with distress, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah restored for him his health and wealth.
When Jonah lay at the bottom of the sea, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah ordered the whale to bring him to shore.
When David met Goliath, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah gave him victory and Goliath was slain.
When they tried to crucify Jesus, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah raised him up and saved him from crucifixion.

When Muhammad’s followers were tortured, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah opened for them the way to Madinah.
When he was nearly captured in the cave, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah’s spider spun a web and concealed him.
When his army was outnumbered at Badr, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah sent down angels to rout his foe.
When his Companions were massacred at Mauna, he cried, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah avenged their deaths and destroyed the oppressors.

When a ship is tossed by a storm, they cry, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah brings them safely to land.
When trapped in a dark hole, they cry, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah enlightens them with an opening.
When the rope becomes too tight, they cry, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah breaks it and brings them relief.
When they plead for Allah’s Help and cry, “Ya Allah!”
So Allah responds, “Indeed My Help is Near!”

When matters are beyond you, cry, “YA ALLAH!”
And He will aid you and assist you.
When all hope is lost, cry, “YA ALLAH!”
And He will bring you ease after hardship.
When you have nothing left, cry, “YA ALLAH!”
And He will provide for you from where you could never imagine.
When you have no one else to turn to, cry, “YA ALLAH!”
And you will find Him in front of you,
Hearing and Responding.
“YA ALLAH!”


By

The Servant Poor to his Lord
British Political Prisoner
Babar Ahmad MX5383
H.M.P Woodhill, UK
17th November 2004
 
Injustice

An overwhelming feeling
Of bitterness
Emptiness
Hopelessness
Helplessness
Sadness
Madness

Of hatred and rage
Trapped in a cage

Disappointment and anger
Continuing to linger

Wounding of dignity
Violating your virginity

Killing of spirit
Without any merit

Suffocating the soul
Banging heads on a wall

Denial of rights
Dimming the lights

Arrogance of power
The urge to tower

Personal revenge
A hand to singe

Disparaging morale
Silencing the corral

Loss of security
Lack of maturity

Total indifference
Complete paralysis

Internal sufferance
Utter impotence

Cold blooded
Villages flooded

Abusing a child
Animals run wild

A battered woman
An abandoned orphan

Showing disrespect
Evidence that's suspect

False accusation
Crying in frustration

Cursing in fury
Lying to the jury

Oppressive laws
Cowardly foes

Sense of betrayal
Acting disloyal

Civil contempt
Failure in attempt

Going insane
Yelling in vain

Mental anguish
A death wish

And display of malice
Don't even begin
To describe the true meaning
Of injustice

SOURCE: FreeSamiAlArian.com
 
Innocent

He's been indicted
The General decided
The paper incited
He must be guilty

The agent presumed
Prosecutors consumed
The judge assumed
We're sure he's guilty

The bigots are enthused
TV is amused
The public is confused
But trust us, he's 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 may be 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
Never mind, we find him guilty

But he only spoke his mind
To people of every kind
Justice may be blind
But it's been hard to find
Because he's innocent

SOURCE: FreeSamiAlArian.com
 
Where Would I Be Without the Quraan?

Where Would I BE Without the Quraan?


A Poem By Babar Ahmad

Date: 21-Sep-2004


By British Political Prisoner Babar Ahmad MX5383
13th September 2004


Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I be guided? Would I be strong?
Would I be protected from evil and wrong?
Would I hear my Creator’s Words?
Would I hear Him describe the birds?
Would I know the stories of the old?
Would I realise their worth in gold?

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I find safety when others fear?
Would I find peace whilst sitting here?
Would I be happy when others are sad?
Would I be protected from going mad?
Would I be patient when things get tough?
Would I be firm when the seas are rough?

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I get to know the One above?
Would I increase for him my love?
Would I be aware of the Day to come?
Would I value what is worthless to some?
Would I be able to sleep at night?
Would I be able to see with His light?

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I have examples to follow?
Would I rejoice when others are in sorrow?
Would I have fear of the Burning Fire?
Would I be at the bottom of the sea,
And have hope, that one day, my Lord will release me
 
Re: Where Would I Be Without the Quraan?

aslaama alykum,

masahllah very nice poem........

wa alkyum aslaam
 
Re: Where Would I Be Without the Quraan?

mashallah sis that was so good, jazakallah for that.
 
Re: Where Would I Be Without the Quraan?

Asalam'Alykum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatu
masha'Allah that was a good poem jazaka'Allahu khair for posting that up it was really something to think about
 
Re: Where Would I Be Without the Quraan?

Assalamu'Alaykum

Mashallah very nice :D
 
Re: Where Would I Be Without the Quraan?

Mashallah another great poem I have seen and another poet. Right Baldy? :) :) :) :lol: LOLOLOLOL lol :haha: :haha: :lol:
:w:
 
Where Would I Be Without The Quran?

Where Would I Be Without The Quran?

By British Political Prisoner Babar Ahmad MX5383
13th September 2004



Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I be guided? Would I be strong?
Would I be protected from evil and wrong?
Would I hear my Creatorأ¢â‚¬â„¢s Words?
Would I hear Him describe the birds?
Would I know the stories of the old?
Would I realise their worth in gold?

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I find safety when others fear?
Would I find peace whilst sitting here?
Would I be happy when others are sad?
Would I be protected from going mad?
Would I be patient when things get tough?
Would I be firm when the seas are rough?

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I get to know the One above?
Would I increase for him my love?
Would I be aware of the Day to come?
Would I value what is worthless to some?
Would I be able to sleep at night?
Would I be able to see with His light?

Where would I be without the Quran?
Would I have examples to follow?
Would I rejoice when others are in sorrow?
Would I have fear of the Burning Fire?
Would I be at the bottom of the sea,
And have hope, that one day, my Lord will release me?


www.cageprisoners.com
 
Asallama Alaikum brother/sister Tawbah.I will always Insh'Allah enjoy Dr.Sami Al-Arian's poems.May Allah ease his suffering and decrease the pain of his family Insh'Allah.Let's all pray for his early release.These of his I also enjoy:
Livin' in the SHU**SHU: Special Housing Unit

Get used to it
You're livin' in the SHU

Let's establish some rules
Until you get your next review

In solitary round the clock
Enjoy the shielded view

Your hands cuffed behind you
They may turn black and blue

Whether sick or not
Forget seeing the doc
For a stroke or the flu

You'll be with the violent
The vulgar and insane
So you'd better get a clue

You'll be strip searched naked
Every time you leave your cell
Just makin' sure you knew

Better check your hearing
The dissonance is deafening
Fire alarms are always on
It's like being in a zoo

There'll be no religious observation
For your congregation
Whether Muslim, Christian, or Jew

You may get one hour
Of recreation every day
Enjoy it while you may
Because that's discretionary too

Visits have their rules
See family through the glass
But friends can never pass
Whether old or new

One 15-minute call per month
Use it wisely
Or lose it promptly
And wait forever in the queue

And by the way
No library today
Even if you pay
The charges that are due

You'll have no hot water, no tea, or soup,
No pens, or pads, or watch to tell the time
Though we do not know your crime
Here your rights are through

It's all about misbehavior
And enforcing strict control
Take heed of the wrath of prison patrol
If you get our cue

You have not been convicted
But that's none of our concern
Here's a place you've earned
Lady Liberty is ours to screw

This is about security, you bastard
And if you don't like it
Call your lawyer and your accountant
We dare you to sue
No Longer Afraid*

For us to feel "secure"
What price is being paid?
If living in freedom
Why are we afraid?

Fear is everywhere
All around
Perhaps irrational
But without any bound

You can see it on our faces
Sense it in our eyes
You can hear it in our whispers
Feel it in our cries

Looking over my shoulders
Unable to speak my mind
Living in a deviant world
Where the deaf is led by the blind

What happened to my country
For fear to rule the day?
How have my people
Lost their direction and way?

Why do I seem uncomfortable
Why am I not at ease

Why do I feel helpless
As if the roots are cut
From underneath the trees

Why the bigoted policies
In our name and honor
The disgusting abuses,
Despicable lies and sleaze

Why am I tongue-tied
My mind unwittingly closed
My hands unable to squeeze

Why acting like a drunk
Or as one who's affected
With a deadly disease

Why are my eyes
Gazing endlessly
Unable to focus or cry
To make demands or pleas

Why am I hesitant
To look in the mirror?
What would I think
I might actually see?

A person who's frightened
Lost his precious soul
His self-confidence
That can't be me!

I shall regain my unshakable faith
My humanity and dignity
For me to remain fearful
I couldn't be free

So come and join me
My dear sister and brother
As we embark together
On the path to true freedom
In a mission, paramount and awesome

To defeat our innermost fears
Cherish our great values
Defend our rights
Old warriors heroically won

We're no longer afraid
To speak out minds
Shout out truth to power
To stand up for justice
And march tenaciously in unison
 

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