To The People of The World!!

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To the People of the World



This is the story that must be told
of an Iraqi baby, not very old


Lying in her crib one star lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?


She lay there quietly touching her nose
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes


Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she
Talking to someone, who could it be?


An angel is standing with her in the room
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom


The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round.
and suddenly comes a most deafening sound.


The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...


No one knows how long she lay there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?


Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?


Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope.
Crushed between the rubble,

Her tiny fingers start to grope.

"Where is my mummy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mummy! It's dark in here!


I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!


Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!


How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream


That angel appears once again to my side,
This time with a tear I plead, 'Why have I died?'


Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others
In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers



Who are we? I ask you... for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!


Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?




'It is war', they say, of which death is part
How blind they've become, how hardened of heart






Did someone say 'hero'? To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!


Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!


No war has been won; no ifs, buts, or maybes,
They've only killed us innocent, helpless babies."

:'( :'( What do you think?

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subhanAllah sister that poem was very touching. I listened to a lecture not to long ago discussing how to handle calamaties. The sister said that any calamity is a punishment from Allah for our sins. Calamity is a means of purification of your minor sins so that on the day of judgement the believer stands before Allah with only major sins. Calamity is also a test for the believers and the believers should be patient with Allah's decree. I said that to say this, during this calamity of war that Allah has decreed, when our babies die their souls are placed in the belly of birds in jannah and they go wherever they please waiting to be reunited with their bodies on the Day of Judgement. On the Day of Judgement they intercede for their parents. Their parents may be rewarded with paradise for being patient during this test. Also, any parent who loses three children can enter paradise by any of its gates. I understand how you feel, cuz on many occasions I have felt the exact same. I have realized that until we have an Islamic state and Khalifah to protect the weak, these types of problems will continue to occur. So in the mean time, be patient and be obedient to Allah.
 
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subhanAllah sister that poem was very touching. I listened to a lecture not to long ago discussing how to handle calamaties. The sister said that any calamity is a punishment from Allah for our sins. Calamity is a means of purification of your minor sins so that on the day of judgement the believer stands before Allah with only major sins. Calamity is also a test for the believers and the believers should be patient with Allah's decree. I said that to say this, during this calamity of war that Allah has decreed, when our babies die their souls are placed in the belly of birds in jannah and they go wherever they please waiting to be reunited with their bodies on the Day of Judgement. On the Day of Judgement they intercede for their parents. Their parents may be rewarded with paradise for being patient during this test. Also, any parent who loses three children can enter paradise by any of its gates. I understand how you feel, cuz on many occasions I have felt the exact same. I have realized that until we have an Islamic state and Khalifah to protect the weak, these types of problems will continue to occur. So in the mean time, be patient and be obedient to Allah.
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:sister: :'( indeed ,but when you put it like that makes me feel better.Why stoop so low and kill innocent infants that haven't done any thing in their lives except eat,sleep,play,and go to the potty?
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:sister: :'( indeed ,but when you put it like that makes me feel better.Why stoop so low and kill innocent infants that haven't done any thing in their lives except eat,sleep,play,and go to the potty?
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That's true sis. :'(

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subhanAllah! :'(:'(:'(
that really was sad and i actually did cry by reading it and listening to this nasheed too....
both made me cry.....:'(

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I am glad you all liked the poem!!

And sis Angel24 i really cried too!! :'(
It's really sad!! :'(

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To the People of the World

This is the story that must be told
Of an Iraqi baby, not very old


Lying in her crib one star-lit night
How could she know of those planes in flight?


She lay there quietly touching her nose
Watching her mobile, wiggling her toes


Oohing and cooing, so sweetly is she
Talking to someone, who could it be?


An angel is standing with her in the room
The baby is smiling, unaware of her doom


The crib starts to shake and the mobile goes round
And suddenly comes a most deafening sound


The ceiling drops in, in a second or two ...
On top of her crib so she ceases to coo ...


No one knows how long she lay there
Who thought about it? doesn't anyone care?


Is she alive? is she dead? Is she in any pain?
Now that you mention it, who knows her name?


Her name is Amal. In English we say Hope
Crushed between the rubble

Her tiny fingers start to grope

"Where is my mummy? I love her so dear
Come, get me mummy! It's dark in here!


I'm scared and I'm hungry and I can't see my feet
There's blood in my mouth! Give me something to eat!


Where is my daddy? Where's my big brother?
It hurts when I breath! Where is my mother?!


How long have I been here? Is this just a dream?
I open my mouth, but can't even scream


That angel appears once again to my side,
This time with a tear I plead, 'Why have I died?'


Am I alone in my sufferings? No, there are many others
In our grief and our misery, we are sisters and brothers



Who are we? I ask you... for what crime did we die?
They're throwing a party! Doesn't anyone cry?!


Is it True? Am I nothing?! How could it be?
Don't they also have babies, just like me?




'It is war', they say, of which death is part
How blind they've become, how hardened of heart






Did someone say 'hero'? To whom do they speak?
A victory claimed for killing the weak?!


Why are they happy? Why are they proud?
Don't they know that I'm cold in my burial shroud?!


No war has been won; no ifs, buts, or maybes,
They've only killed us innocent, helpless babies."​
 
Re: To the People of the World

:'(:'( subhannallah thats just touchingggggg!!!!!!!!jazakallah for sharing!!!!!!
 

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