How much you are missed by those who have never met you? How many tears have been shed by eyes that have not seen your face? How many hearts wring with pain of those who only love you for the sake of Allah? How many fists slam in anger of those left behind to question: why?
Abeer; your name means fragrance.
Breathe deep the fragrance of Paradise, little one; with your mother, and your father, and your baby girl.
This is my prayer, and the prayer of all the Muslimeen, whose eyes, and hearts, and fists have remained closed for far too long.
Though i could never wish one atom of harm on an innocent soul, I thank God that you are dead. I thank God that you are dead. I thank God that you are dead.
I thank God that you did not have to live with what they did to you. I thank God that your father did not have to bury you. I thank God that your mother did not have to shed tears for you. I thank God that your sister did not have to fear the same fate as you. I thank God that those beasts can never mumble lame apologies to you. I thank God that they are still alive to be tortured by the memory of you.
Sweet Abeer.
You have become a symbol of everything that is wrong with this world. With everything that is wrong with this Ummah. With everything that is wrong with me.
Forgive us, darling Abeer, for not being there when it mattered. All we can do now is offer you our prayers. Though what need does a shaheed have of our prayers? It is we who are now in need of our prayers, to save us from the world that you no longer live in.
Sadly, sweet Abeer, the worst has yet to be spoken: You were not the first, and you will not be the last. And this is the thought that kills me, a thousand times: How can we ever let this happen again?
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To My Little Sister
How much you are missed
by those who have never met you?
How many tears have been shed
by eyes that have not seen your face?
How many hearts wring with pain
of those who only love you for the sake of Allah?
How many fists slam in anger
of those left behind to question: why?
Abeer; your name means fragrance.
Breathe deep the fragrance of Paradise, little one;
with your mother,
and your father,
and your baby girl.
This is my prayer,
and the prayer of all the Muslimeen,
whose eyes, and hearts, and fists
have remained closed for far too long.
Though i could never wish one atom of harm on an innocent soul,
I thank God that you are dead.
I thank God that you are dead.
I thank God that you are dead.
I thank God that you did not have to live with what they did to you.
I thank God that your father did not have to bury you.
I thank God that your mother did not have to shed tears for you.
I thank God that your sister did not have to fear the same fate as you.
I thank God that those beasts can never mumble lame apologies to you.
I thank God that they are still alive to be tortured by the memory of you.
Sweet Abeer.
You have become a symbol of everything that is wrong with this world.
With everything that is wrong with this Ummah.
With everything that is wrong with me.
Forgive us, darling Abeer,
for not being there when it mattered.
All we can do now is offer you our prayers.
Though what need does a shaheed have of our prayers?
It is we who are now in need of our prayers,
to save us from the world that you no longer live in.
Sadly, sweet Abeer,
the worst has yet to be spoken:
You were not the first,
and you will not be the last.
And this is the thought that kills me, a thousand times:
How can we ever let this happen again?
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'oon
Thanks for sharing Umm M - we live in such comfort we really forget whats going on in the world.
such a nice poet! Abeer may be very happy in paradise now. While those barstards will get their real punishment in the hell in the next life
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