I am an American Muslim Convert, alhamdulillah!!
My Dream:
To see,
with my own eyes,
a Free Palestinian State,
with all land and rights returned
to the rightful owners,
Falisteenis.
Do you wonder why they hate Israel? What if your children had to live like this?
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I love our Ummah. I love all Mu'meen. I love the Indians and the Pakistanis; the Bengalis and the Indonesians. I love all Asian Muslims no matter the language or the activities of the Kafers in their countries. I love the Arabs; the Philistines and the Saudis; the Yemenis and the muslims of Oman. I love my African ummah; the Mesris and the Morrocans; the Somalians and those from Ghana. I love our Ummah. I love those not thought of as Muslims by most; the Chinese mu'meen and the Russians; the Spanish that once ruled Spain and will grow to do so again; the Europeans, white and black, English, French, and Deutsch. I love the Aussie Muslims, revert or convert or those raised native. I love my South American Muslims; Brazilian and the Dominican; the Chilian and the Puerto Rican. I love my fellow Americans; the convert or the native; the white that shocks the nonMuslim with their existence; the black that people assume are Nation of Islam but aren't; the Mexicans that blend in without notice; the Native American that are few but inshaAllah will grow; those up top in Canada. I love you Mu'meen, no matter the shape of your face, the color of your eyes, the hair that curls or lies straight, the skin that tans so beautifully, or the accent that comes from your mouth. I love you and I would die for you; I'd live for you; I'd cry for you....and I do.
I am here for Cancer Survivors or those still suffering.
Alhamdulillah for the Good!!
In March 2005, I was diagnosed with nebular papillary carcinoma (Thyroid Cancer). Over the span of the next year, I underwent four surgeries, radiation and spans of hypothyroidism.
My first clean scan was in August of 2006. In February of 2007, I had scans that showed an elevated thyroid level, indicating a possible return of the cancer; however, after further testing, it was decided that it was nothing to require further radiation.
Now I await August, at which time I will once again go through the regiment for testing and tracking....Update: Test results came back negative for cancer tracer. Alhamdulillah, nothing more for 6 more months.
Recently a fellow sister in faith and respected elder passed away from her battle with cancer, leaving behind a loving husband and two small sons. I pray Allah shows me how to be half of what she was in this life, forgives her sins and grants her jannah al Firdaus.
Alhamdulillah for the Bad!!
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Ya Allah, it is so easy for us to become selfish and self involved in this world. So easy for me to see the pain that I experience and not that of the ummah. Their pain, Allah, is worse than mine. Worse than mine because they must live everyday with death and destruction. Worse than mine because they must sleep with the cold wind blowing through their crumbling home to wash over their bodies. Worse because they must wake to the sound of a tank rolling toward the people they love most in this world. Worse because they must ration their breakfast, their lunch, their dinner in order to have enough food to survive until the next time they are allowed to set foot at the market. Their pain is worse than mine because they must stand in front of the machine gun that points toward their daughter's face. Worse because the fathers feel helpless to protect their family. Worse because the mothers cannot soothe away a bullet wound. Worse because the brothers must watch their sisters be raped. The sisters must watch their brothers be beaten. The children must watch their parents humiliated. Ya Allah, their pain is worse than mine, and I cannot imagine their pain. I cannot take their pain away from them. I want to.
I want to cut myself and bleed out their agony. I want to feel the warmth of my life run down my arm and see it wash away their fear. I want to see the bright red and feel their hope renewed in it. I want to watch it fall to the earth, and watch their defeat soak away there. If only my blood could do it. If only my life was worth it, I could make it better for you mu'meen. To save one Mu'meen from the sacrifice of their pride, honor, esteem, to save their Iman.
Ya Allah bless all mu'meen that suffer. Those that suffer tragically and those that suffer the daily trials of a believer. If their pain is less than mine, still it is more; because their pain is more important. Their Iman, their deen; I pray that you keep them strong, and that if they face a trial, they realize that there is something in it for them; a good from the bad. In this life or the next, but either way, they will be rewarded. Ya Allah, I pray You grant them forgiveness and jannah. And ya Allah, please grant me forgiveness and allow me to sit with them there. Ameen
Ya Allah, please bring our ummah together so that we may be one and stand against the unbelievers in our time of need. Ya Allah, please show the Mu'meen, the necessity for unity and sacrifice for one another. Ya Allah, please let every brother want for his brother what he wants for himself. Ya Allah, please lead every sister away from ill thoughts and speech of their fellow sisters. Ya Allah please of the one reading these words, let their iman shine with a nur that leads the unbelievers to the truth, through YOU. Ya Allah please strengthen their resolve as a Muslim in this deen, against the shaitan, against the temptations that this world offfers for immediate satisfaction. Ya Allah please lead them to the straight path if they have left it; keep them on the straight path if they are on it; and guide them to the straight path if they have never found it. Ya Allah please hear my prayer even though I am nothing in comparison. Please hear my dua'a as I lay my head upon the earth in submission to the One that Sees all, Knows all, and is Most Merciful. Ya Allah, Ya Allah, Ya Allah.
In times of irritation, strife, loss, grief, or despair one's eman is overlooked. I make this dua'a for those times, for myself and for other mu'meen. Ya Allah, I pray that with every breath we take our eman strengthens. I pray that on every morning you allow us to open our eyes, we say alhamdulillah, and our eman strengthens. Ya Allah, I pray that when we face irritation that we cannot control in our daily lives, we say alhamdulillah and our eman is strengthened. Ya Allah, I pray that we realize that we know not why we may face problems or sorrows in this dunya, but that there is always a reason. I pray that with the good and the bad, we say Alhamdulillah, and our eman is strengthened. Ya Allah, I pray that we do not forget your bounty when everything is joyful in our lives; I pray that at those times we still remember You and say, Alhamdulillah to strengthen our eman. Ya Allah, I pray that our eman is strengthened so that it is stronger than steel; stronger than anything in our imaginings, and that when it is that strong, I pray we will still be kind; still be humble; and still be generous to those less fortunate. Ya Allah, I pray that I will close my eyes for the last time at the height of my eman and deen, and that my many sins will be forgiven and jannah I will see. Ameen
Music:
"We've had 50 years of assault on Palestinian rights. I think they're the most terrorized, or at least with the Iraqi people, they're the most terrorized people on earth, and have been for so many years.
Practically every Palestinian lives in constant harrasment, threat of violence, humiliation; it's been that way for a long, long time."
|~song begins~|
Translation
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Who's the terrorist?
I'm the terrorist?
Who's the terrorist?
How am I the terrorist when you've taken my land?
Who's the terrorist?
You're the terrorist!
You've taken everything I own while I'm living in my homeland.
You're killing us like you've killed our ancestors.
You want me to go to the law?
What for?
You're the Witness-the Lawyer-and the Judge!
If you're my Judge, I'll be sentenced to death.
You want us to be the minority?
To end up the majority in the cemetary?
In your dreams!
You're a Democracy?
Actually it's more like the Nazis!
Your countless raping of the Arabs' soul finally impregnated it.
Gave birth to your child.
His name Suicide Bomber, and then you call me the terrorist?
You attack me, but still you cry out.
When I remind you it was you who attacked me, you silence me and shout,
"But you let small children throw stones!"
"Don't they have parents to keep them at home?"
WHAT?
You must have forgotten you buried our parents under the rubble of our homes.
And now, while my agony is so immense, You call me the terrorist?!
Who's the terrorist?
I'm the terrorist?
How can I be the terrorist when you've taken my land?!
Who's the terrorist?
YOU'RE the terrorist!
You've taken everything I own while I'm living in my homeland.
Why terrorist?!
Because my blood is not calm.
It's Boiling!
Because I hold my head high for my homeland.
You've killed my loved ones.
Now I'm all alone.
My parents driven out, but I will remain to shout out.
I'm not against Peace.
Peace is against me.
It's going to destroy me.
Erase my culture.
You don't listen to our voices.
You silence us and degrade us.
And who are you?
And when did you become ruler?
Look how many you've killed!
And how many orphans you've created.
Our Mothers are crying.
Our Fathers are in anguish.
Our land is disappearing.
And I'll tell you who you are!
You grew up spoiled.
We grew up in poverty.
Who grew up with freedom?
And who grew up in confinement?
We fight for our freedom, but you've made that a crime.
And you the terrorist!
Call me the terrorist!
Who's the terrorist?
I'm the terrorist?
How am I the terrorist when you've taken my land?!
Who's the terrorist?
You're the terrorist!
You've taken everything I own while I'm living in my homeland.
So when will I stop being a terrorist?
When you hit me and I turn the other cheek?
How do you expect me to thank the one who harmed me?!
I tell you what!
You tell me how you want me to be!
Down on my knees with my hands tied up
My eyes to the ground
Surrounded by bodies
Houses destroyed
Families driven out
Our children orphaned
Our freedom chained up
You oppress
You kill
We bury
We'll remain patient.
We'll suppress our pain.
Most importantly, you feel secure.
Just relax and leave us all the pain.
You see, our blood is like that of dogs.
NOT EVEN!
When dogs die they receive sympathy.
So our blood is not as valuable as a dogs.
NO, my blood is valuable.
And I will continue defending myself.
Even if you call me a terrorist.
|~Bulldozers destroying a field full of Olive trees, most important natural resource to Palestinians~|
"These were my olive trees, all over here."
"All of this land was full of olive trees. All of it..."
"Look! Look what they did to these trees, the poor thing... They came and uprooted them. A tree like this is 200 years old. For two hundred years we lived from its olives!"
"And they just came and destroyed them."
"Meen Erhabe"
("Who's the terrorist?")
performed by Dam (Blood); Palestinian group
