Tears of blood
As I walk through the streets of
Kuwait (and this could be almost any “Muslim” nation), my heart is
filled with tears. Tears of blood. It is filled with the blood of
all the martyrs who gave it freely and gratefully so that Kuwait and
all of the Khaleej would be Muslim.
Generation after generation of warriors, honored men and women have
battled with the sword, the tongue and the pen to ensure that this
great deen of Islam would reign supreme in this blessed land. Allah
gave us this great favor, this great gift and how do we behave? We
act like spoiled children, taking this gift, chewing it up and
spitting it out. Worse yet, we behave with a level of disrespect and
insolence that even the most spoiled of children would balk at. We
reach levels of disobedience that would tear a mother’s heart,
without even blinking an eye. We simply cannot be bothered with
obedience to Allah. Allah guide us!
We have the nerve to forge lies against Allah, belying our lack of
fear of Him. As I walk through Kuwait University, I see the painted
faces of women whose naffs overshadows their taqwa as thickly as
their eye powder and kohl overshadows their eyes. I see the
beardless faces of jean-clad youth whose love for all things
American and Western smothers their love for Allah. I see clothing
so tight on both sexes that it constricts their hearts as well as
their bodies.
As I write this, sitting in a computer lab at Kuwait University – I
am dismayed by the display of a group of giggling young men –
chatting on the internet – showing obvious enjoyment of the
conversation in play.
Do we not reflect upon the warnings of Allah? Are we so blinded by
the satellite images of a false Jannah that we forget that a real
one exists? Are we so enamored of a present where America and the
West rule over the world by subjugating it into complacency that we
forget the past wherein Muslims – our grandparents, our cousins or
ancestors - brought light and knowledge to their dark continent -
where Muslim scholars brought knowledge and enlightenment to a
people who forbid their own subjects to read their own holy text,
the bible, because it might harm their faith???
Are we so brainwashed by the glitter and gold that we have forgotten
Allah and the beautiful gift He has bestowed upon us in His Mercy
and Beneficence?
As I walk around Kuwait I cry out. I cry out to Allah.
Ya Allah! Guide us! Allah! Open the eyes of our youth. Let them
smell the fires that burn beneath the desires. Let them know that it
is the fires of Hell. Let them know, so they will wake up!
Ya Allah! Let them turn off the plug-in drugs, these narcotic
fantasies transmitted by the Romans of today who would gladly see
our blood flowing through the street as it flowed from their swords
over the streets of Al Andalus!
Ya Allah! Let our youth’s eyes be opened to the true images of their
brothers whose heads are separated from their believing hearts, of
their sisters who are raped and murdered. Let them see how their
beloved West turns a blind eye to the massacre of their brothers and
sisters all over the world – as they allow others to do their dirty
work.
Ya Allah, let us not turn a blind heart, falling asleep as we watch
the flickering images of their sedative transmissions! Let us look
to the faces of the Muhammad Durras of the world. Let us see the
pain and the misery of our Muslim family – not just see it – but
feel it, as we feel the pain in our own idle hands.
Ya Allah! Open the hearts of the Muslim men - men who have been
fooled into acting like children. Let them turn their eyes and
hearts away from the artificial battles of computer generated
massacres, so that they may see the real-life massacres of their
sisters and brothers in Iraq, Chechnya, Kosovar, Kashmir, Palestine,
Indonesia, Sudan, Algeria, Bosnia, India, Tamil, and so many other
nations.
Ya Allah! Make our young men –our shabab – love the shahadah more
than they love their computers!
Ya Allah! Look upon Kuwait and the Khaleej, these nations blessed
with black gold, these nations of riches and prosperity. For our
beloved Prophet (saw) did not fear for us for anything as much as he
feared for us prosperity. Ya Allah! Look upon us and help us to make
this prosperity work for us – not against us. Ya Allah! Give these
nations another chance. Protect them once again from the Roman
legions, the descendants of the original Romans, whose ultimate goal
has not changed – to make the Muslims submit.
Ya Allah! Let us submit to none but You!
Ya Allah! Cover our sisters with a veil of purity as you uncover
their hearts from the false gods of vanity and glamour.
Ya Allah! Strengthen our Brothers with honor and courage and love
for you, as you clean their hearts from the stench of the dunya.
Ya Allah! Save us from ourselves! |
