MUJAHIDA

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Mujahida

 

 

 

From the day Khadija asked him

 

To marry her,

 

To the night she convinced

 

her husband that the revelation

 

was more than mere hallucination,

 

till the second she became

 

the first believer,

 

I have been more than you imagined.

 

 

 

From the time A’isha stood firm against slander,

 

to the moment she held her dying husband,

 

till the time when she was sought after

 

for her knowledge,

 

I have been more than you imagined.

 

 

 

From the flight to Medinah,

 

And the triumph at Makkah to

 

the triumph of more than a billion,

 

in fourteen hundred and twenty years,

 

I have never been so easy for you to figure out.

 

 

 

I am the Bosnian woman,

 

raped by Serb soldiers as

 

my husband is forced to look on,

 

and the world turns away.

 

 

 

The blood that runs from the bodies of

 

Algerian women

 

runs from me,

 

and stains the ground

 

for all humanity to see.

 

 

 

I am the woman on a Baghdad street corner,

 

begging journalists for a can of milk

 

so that I can feed my starving child.

 

 

 

I am the mother in Palestine,

 

mourning her eight year old son,

 

shot in the head by a soldier’s rubber bullet.

 

 

 

I am the Egyptian daughter

 

struggling to survive in a Cairo slum,

 

fighting the desert dust

 

that rises to choke the young.

 

 

 

I am the Indonesian woman

 

Sewing sneakers for the NBA

 

for the princely sum of $2 a day,

 

while restlessness burns the country around me.

 

 

 

I am the Iranian student,

 

sporting jeans and Mickey Mouse tee shirts

 

under my black chador, laughing and loving,

 

still recovering from an eight year war

 

that cost the lives of many men.

 

 

 

I am the sister, wife, daughter, and mother

 

to 700 million men.

 

I am all of my 700 million sisters,

 

and they are me.

 

 

 

I have always been more than

 

a terrorist’s helpmate.

 

I have always been more than

 

a veil or a scarf.

 

I have always been more than

 

one wife of many.

 

I have always been more than

 

a green card special.

 

In all of these myths,

 

I have always been voiceless,

 

when the truth is so much

 

louder.

 

 

 

I have never been that easy for you to

 

pin down,

 

yet I have never been the mystery that

 

you have created for me.

 

 

 

I am the warrior daughter of

 

Khadija, A’isha,

 

Maryam, and Nusaybah.

 

I am the mother of prophets,

 

the wife of khulafa,

 

the sister of shaheed.

 

I am the woman who wakes at dawn to face

 

Mecca in prayer,

 

bowing in submission only to The All Knowing.

 

I am fi jihad,

 

struggling daily to maintain

 

iman and identity,

 

to open the shut eyes of the world.

 

 

 

I am the woman who raises her voice

 

among men

 

to shout:

 

Takbeer!

 

Allahu Akbar!

[7_steps_2_Heaven]

maasha'allah sister that was deep. thnx

[Blessed]

Mansha Allah, macaanto. Great piece of poetry! I don't know but your poetry just talks to me

 

Jizaak Allah ..hon. keep it up!

[JIDAAWY]

Alaahu Akbar.. Alaaahu Akbaar...

 

Well put walaahi.. thank you so much for sharing this piece sista hibo

[Intizaar]

Alaahu Akbar.. Alaaahu Akbaar...Hibo jazakallahu kheyran.

[Raxmah]

Salaams

 

It's a beautiful poem sis. jazaka allah Kheyran for sharing.

[runawayvirgin]

Brought tears to my eyes..... Thank you for sharing

[Sophist]

uuh such a delightful words oozing that dried lips of yours! I take we all need of moisture sometime in our morbid life. Inspired huh by the bustling streets of Sharic Gawazat

[StarGazer]

Subxanallah...that was just beautiful girl.

I felt that. Thnks. Hope to hear more from ya.

[Abdinuur]

This is something incredible! It actually brought a tear to my eye. It's so sad how billions of innocent people are treated the way they are...that terrible, horrific treatment...mothers getting rapped in front of their husbands, children....getting shot at!

 

"I am the Bosnian woman,

 

raped by Serb soldiers as

 

my husband is forced to look on,

 

and the world turns away"

 

...and we just sit and watch!

 

Got one question though:

Who was shaheed? You mentioned that towards the end.

[Qac Qaac]

Kaafi it was really a sad story. It is painful for us too. because all of us (muslims) are like one body, if one place of your body hurts the whole body hurts...

 

this happens to our women, because of us leaving our religion, and not practicing it. it is due to our weakness, and disobeying allah all the time in front of him. may allah make us strong believers who defend their land, women, and properties.....

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sophist: no qarxis dee

Kaafi : Shaheed is someone who struggles and strives to make it through.

 

Qac Qac: U r right bro... it is your luck of strong imam that let us down.. ( yours = men)

[Warrior Princess]

ManshaALlah sister, this was a beautiful story it really made me sad. As Qac Qaac said, we are to blame for not being strong in our religion. May Allah guide us back to the right path and may Allah protect us from the wrong doers.Amiin

[Xafsa]

Hibo that was deep hon....brought me to tears too.

takbiir..allah akbar!

 

Thanks sweety.

[Valenteenah.]

Hibo,

 

Thats beautiful.

 

Caakifah,

 

Hey...how was the honeymoon? Or shouldn't I ask? WLC back.