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| jannah |
| 04/09/03 at 03:32:30 |
| by Jannah Saleh of Upland, California Oh soldiers of Allah, be patient; with hardship, there is ease. Do not think of jail as oppression. Do not think that jail will restrain the wills of free men with dignity; a dignity which can only come from Allah, the Lord of Dignity. These are words I used to hear when I was living in the darkness of ignorance - before Allah guided me. I used to receive these words without thinking deeply about their meaning. I missed their essence all along. These are the words that make the will the leader; they destroy all limitations; they break away the darkness - and the soul becomes invincible, alive with honor and dignity. The days have come and gone...and here I am ALIVE - LIVING the meaning of these words - living and seeing with the eye of my heart. Oh people, the true jail is the environment that is surrounded by the darkness of sins, which jails the soul. This is the kind of jailing that cannot be endured. This is when the soul lives between the walls of pleasures. But, behind the walls of the jail, with its gates and chains, is dignity and honor. Allah, The Generous, Has Bestowed upon us this dignity, and NOBODY can take it away. Whenever the transgressors oppress us - Allah, The Great, Increases our freedom. The chains around us are breaking away. Whenever the oppressors use their force against us, we feel our freedom and victory emanant. Oh transgressors, although it seems to you as if you are punishing us in these small cells; you don't know that inside, they are full of mercy. These cell walls have separated us from the earthly world and its cheap pleasures - and have connected us with the heavenly world, which is so very spacious, - with its pleasures and light that fulfill the heart. This is the TRUE FREEDOM. Only now, am I tasting REAL LIFE. Only now, since the soul has separated from its desires, it can soar upwards. So, I congratulate my soul and the souls of my brothers, with this great success. As for the transgressors, - all of the loss is theirs. They will be disappointed for what they have done; they are misguided in every way. They tried to jail us; and we reached our freedom. They tried to kill us; and we became ALIVE. So die with your soreness and envy torwards us . |
| 04/09/03 at 10:37:07 |
| jannah |
| Re: A Letter From Jail - Before Execution |
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| jannah |
| 04/09/03 at 10:36:43 |
| did 7 post this? as salaamu alaykum wa rahmatullah, This is a poem written by Ibn Abbad al-Rundi, a Spanish theologian of the 14th century. May our mujahada forge us into heroic souls who help and defend the weak. wasalaamu alaykum, * Ar-Rundi's Lament * Everything declines after reaching perfection, therefore let no man be beguiled by the sweetness of a pleasant life. As you have observed, these are the decrees that are inconstant; he whom a single moment had made happy, has been harmed by many other moments; And this is the abode that will show pity for no man, nor will any condition remain in its state for it. Fate irrevocably destroys every ample coat of mail when Mashrifi swords and spears glance off without effect; It unsheaths each sword only to destroy it even if it be an Ibn dhi Yazan and the scabbard Ghumdan. Where are the crowned kings of Yemen and where are their jewel-studded diadems and crowns? Where are the buildings Shaddad raised in Iram and where is the empire the Sassanians ruled in Persia? Where is the gold Qarun once possessed; where are 'Ad and Shaddad and Qahtan? An irrevocable decree overcame them all so that they passed away and the people came to be as though they had never existed. The kingdoms and kings that had been came to be like what a sleeper has told about [his] dream vision. Fate turned against Darius as well as his slayer, and as for Chosroes, no vaulted palace offered him protection. It is as if no cause had ever made the hard easy to bear, and as if Solomon had never ruled the world. The misfortunes brought on by Fate are of many different kinds, while Time has causes of joy and of sorrow. For the accidents [of fortune] there is a consolation that makes them easy to bear, yet there is no consolation for what has befallen Islam. An event which cannot be endured has overtaken the peninsula; one such that Uhud has collapsed because of it and Thahlan has crumbled! The evil eye has struck [the peninsula] in its Islam so that [the land] decreased until whole regions and districts were despoiled of [the faith] Therefore ask Valencia what is the state of Murcia; and where is Jativa, and where is Jaen? Where is Cordoba, the home of the sciences, and many a scholar whose rank was lofty in it? Where is Seville and the pleasures it contains, as well as its sweet river overflowing and brimming full? [They are] capitals which were the pillars of the land, yet when the pillars are gone, it may no longer endure! The tap of the white ablution fount weeps in despair, like a passionate lover weeping at the departure of the beloved, Over dwellings emptied of Islam that were first vacated and are now inhabited by unbelief; in which the mosques have become churches wherein only bells and crosses may be found. Even the mihrabs weep though they are solid; even the pulpits mourn though they are wooden! O you who remain heedless though you have a warning in Fate: if you are asleep, Fate is always awake! And you who walk forth cheerfully while your homeland diverts you [from cares], can a homeland beguile any man after [the loss of] Seville? This misfortune has caused those that preceded it to be forgotten, nor can it ever be forgotten for the length of all time! O you who ride lean, thoroughbred steeds which seem like eagles in the racecourse; And you who carry slender, Indian blades which seem like fires in the darkness caused by the dust cloud [of war], And you who are living in luxury beyond the sea enjoying life, you who have strength and power in your homelands, Have you no news of the people of Andalus, for riders have carried forth what men have said [about them]? How often have the weak, who were being killed and captured while no man stirred, asked our help? What means this severing of the bonds of Islam on your behalf, when you, O worshippers of God, are [our] brethren? Are there no heroic souls with lofty ambitions; are there no helpers and defenders of righteousness? O, who will redress the humiliation of a people who were once powerful, a people whose condition injustice and tyrants have changed? Yesterday they were kings in their own homes, but today they are slaves in the land of the infidel! Thus, were you to see them perplexed, with no one to guide them, wearing the cloth of shame in its different shades, And were you to behold their weeping when they are sold, the matter would strike fear into your heart, and sorrow would seize you. Alas, many a mother and child have been parted as souls and bodies are separated! And many a maiden fair as the sun when it rises, as though she were rubies and pearls, Is led off to abomination by a barbarian against her will, while her eye is in tears and her heart is stunned. The heart melts with sorrow at such [sights], if there is any Islam or belief in that heart! |
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