behind the shackles- about prisoners

[ahlul-tawheed]

Behind the Shackles
Written by umm qalamul-jihad

Oh Prisoner, how dear you are to me;
You need not to eat, sleep, talk, or walk
Your presence is my heart
Without you I breathe not
Without you I sleep not

Oh Prisoner, how dear you are to me;
I speak only to You who lives in the shackles
Who breathes from the shackles
Who sheds sweat, tears and blood from the shackles
Whose image will remain in the core of my heart

Oh Prisoner, how dear you are to me;
You seem that you passed, but you are not.
You seem that you've gone but you are still with us.
Your words and your legacy still remain.
In the white pages you stain in your name.

Oh Prisoner, how dear you are to me;
You a thunder of destruction, a symbol of fear
You won my respect, and love to
You did what no-one else was willing to do
You kept your promise firm and so strong
You directed the path away from the wrong

Oh Prisoner, how dear you are to me;
The shackles flow your precious tears
The shackles a witness to your faith
The shackles a friend you remain with
The shackles in which preserves your fruits
Without the shackles you dare smile not.

Oh Prisoner, how dear you are to me;
The flames of Islam burn away your heart…

Oh Prisoner, your burnt scars told me your story:
"Here we are O Islam of the honourable.
We are here in defence of all that is sacred.
Here we are!
Let us create for your glory stairs made of our skulls.
Here we are! Here we are! Here we are!"


May Allah strengthen those within the shackles, Ameen.