insomniac
15-05-07, 08:35 PM
(fwd email)
THE TEAR DIDN'T STOP
"The Tears Didn't Stop...
I thought about Yawm ul Qiyaamah,
and the tears began to fall,
I thought about the terrible Reckoning,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the rape of the Ummah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how we had failed to fulfil the obligations central to this Deen of Allah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how we slept at night, while they were butchered,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the Mujahid, tortured to death for attempting to escape Kufr captivity,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the Hundreds and thousands of Mujahideen in torturous captivity,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about those of my sincere Brothers, who had to stay behind patiently,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about limbless orphans, the worst victims of war,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the baby girl who had been dehumanised while we watched,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about young Mujahid boys competing to be allowed into training camps,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how we cried tears while they fought till the last drop of blood,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how I would manage on the bridge of Siraat on Qiyaamah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about wanting my Sons to be born Soldiers Of Allah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the Mujahideen who waited patiently for Firdous,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about those who were Shaheed in merely attempting to reach the battlefield,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about what atrocities it would take to get my Brothers to Jihad,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how our Fathers and Brothers of the Ummah had failed to protect us,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the man, who had answered the lone cry of one girl in Afghanistaan,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about him who smiled upon being martyred with his index finger raised,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about Muslims engaging in vain rhetoric about the need for Jihad,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about those who had never had the dust of the battlefield enter their nostrils,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about what excuses such 'Brothers' would shamelessly offer on Qiyaamah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about my desire to see the beautiful and Noble face of the beloved Rasoolallah (SAW),
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about Jahannam and burning fires of hell we were to be fuel for,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I turned to my Creator in Forgiveness, and in a state of helplessness and utter dependency,
I Cried and I Cried and I Cried...
"Allahumma arZuqni Shuhaadah
Allahumma arZuqni Shuhaadah
Allahumma arZuqni Shuhaadah"
And yet the tears didn't stop...
I begged Allah to bestow his Mercy on Me, and My Brothers, and He Mercifully answered My prayers.
He Granted me Sleep.
But then I awoke and the tears within never did stop."
THE TEAR DIDN'T STOP
"The Tears Didn't Stop...
I thought about Yawm ul Qiyaamah,
and the tears began to fall,
I thought about the terrible Reckoning,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the rape of the Ummah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how we had failed to fulfil the obligations central to this Deen of Allah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how we slept at night, while they were butchered,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the Mujahid, tortured to death for attempting to escape Kufr captivity,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the Hundreds and thousands of Mujahideen in torturous captivity,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about those of my sincere Brothers, who had to stay behind patiently,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about limbless orphans, the worst victims of war,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the baby girl who had been dehumanised while we watched,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about young Mujahid boys competing to be allowed into training camps,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how we cried tears while they fought till the last drop of blood,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how I would manage on the bridge of Siraat on Qiyaamah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about wanting my Sons to be born Soldiers Of Allah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the Mujahideen who waited patiently for Firdous,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about those who were Shaheed in merely attempting to reach the battlefield,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about what atrocities it would take to get my Brothers to Jihad,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about how our Fathers and Brothers of the Ummah had failed to protect us,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about the man, who had answered the lone cry of one girl in Afghanistaan,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about him who smiled upon being martyred with his index finger raised,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about Muslims engaging in vain rhetoric about the need for Jihad,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about those who had never had the dust of the battlefield enter their nostrils,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about what excuses such 'Brothers' would shamelessly offer on Qiyaamah,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about my desire to see the beautiful and Noble face of the beloved Rasoolallah (SAW),
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I thought about Jahannam and burning fires of hell we were to be fuel for,
And yet the tears didn't stop.
I turned to my Creator in Forgiveness, and in a state of helplessness and utter dependency,
I Cried and I Cried and I Cried...
"Allahumma arZuqni Shuhaadah
Allahumma arZuqni Shuhaadah
Allahumma arZuqni Shuhaadah"
And yet the tears didn't stop...
I begged Allah to bestow his Mercy on Me, and My Brothers, and He Mercifully answered My prayers.
He Granted me Sleep.
But then I awoke and the tears within never did stop."