Oh my little children, I pray that a part of my comfort whilst I lie in my bed tonight is bestowed upon you while you sleep on stones and sand. Oh my little ones, find refuge on the stony ground- may you find peace for sleep on the hardened streets, verily the hearts of your enemies are even harder than the stone you sleep on. Oh my courageous brother, may the day come when the jingle of an ice-cream van awakens you from slumber and not the constant bombs being dropped near your home. Oh young sister, may you be shielded from the taunts of the soldiers, may you be protected from their exposing hands and the heat of their desires. Oh caring mother, may your children become safe once more just as they were in the womb, may the day come when you no longer need to look over your shoulder. Oh brave father, you take the brunt of the swords and the fire, a weak wife and mouths to feed but the city is filled with hatred ready to conspire. Oh mujahids and martyrs of today, there is a place for you in Paradise and as a ummah we feel your pain. May the tyrants be disgraced just as how Firawn was disgraced! May their armies fall and may Allah send his invisible help from the heavens to fight alongside the mujahids. Angels in yellow turbans, may the day of victory come just like how the the victory of Badr came! May the oppressors be disgraced, may the Zalims be disgraced, may the oppressor be in darkness on that day! So sleep little one, your victory will come, for now find comfort on that hardened rock because the hearts of your enemies are even harder than that.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 15:44:56 +0000
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