Empires have risen and exacted their might,
Words changed and twisted.
What once meant evil,
Had its meaning heisted.
So call me a terrorist.
You huff and you puff,
And you blow my house down.
You break my back,
But I still won't lie down.
So call me a terrorist.
You strike, torment and bully,
Just because she wears the veil?
You seem frustrated,
Seeing her faith isn't for sale.
So call me a terrorist. :rant:
Saw my brothers die across the sea today,
You said not to worry about the dead.
I can't seem to help the fact,
His cries keep ringing in my head.
So call me a terrorist.
You bribe me with gold, silver and green,
Promise me the moon and the sun.
I'd reject it in a heartbeat,
Just to be closer to the One.
So call me a terrorist.
Tears engulfed my mother's eyes,
As she painfully looked up at me.
To see her only son shackled and caged,
On display for the world to see.
So call me a terrorist.
You find me strange,
So that makes me a stranger.
Instead of glad tidings,
You salute me with danger.
So call me a terrorist.
I am weak,
You are strong.
I guess that makes you right,
And makes me wrong.
So call me a terrorist.
Call me wicked,
Call me a fundamentalist,
Call me ignorant,
Or even an extremist.
Bomb me with rains of fire,
Feed me your lies and poison.
Engulf and surround me,
In absolute destruction.
But I still ascend defiantly through the ash and detritus.
And when you see me emerge through clouds of smoke,
Raising up my tightly clenched fist,
Words may escape you,
So just call me a terrorist.
Author - Unknown
Comments
"I am weak,
You are strong.
I guess that makes you right,
And makes me wrong."
Favourite part.
Whoever wrote this is super talented... that was really good.
#Before you look at the thorns of the rose , look at it's beauty. Before you complain about the heat of the sun , enjoy it's light. Before you complain about the blackness of the night, think of it's peace and quiet... #
The style of the poem raises an interesting point. It seems to me that the empathy of the ummah, the sense of being bonded with muslims across the world feels threatening to the status quo. Traditionally there is strength in numbers. When governments see that there are a large number of people across the world who identify with AND INFLUENCE each other, they tend to feel uneasy and percieve this a threat to their power.
This is where the panic and persecution begin.
For this reason prominent scholars were persecuted by tyrant ameers because they had such a strong popular support that the ameer felt their own power was threatened.
Gentleness and kindness were never a part of anything except that it made it beautiful, and harshness was never a part of anything except that it made it ugly.
Through cheating, stealing, and lying, one may get required results but finally one becomes
But what's your opinion of the poem overall?
Do you have a favourite part?
#Before you look at the thorns of the rose , look at it's beauty. Before you complain about the heat of the sun , enjoy it's light. Before you complain about the blackness of the night, think of it's peace and quiet... #
I don't really like the poem, not because it's 'bad' or 'wrong' or anything like that, just because it's not my style of sentiment. There's a word for the sentiment of this poem which I don't know but it's something to do with spite and frustrated anger. Anyway that sentiment was what caused alot of problems with Shaykh ibn Taymiyyah. He was the scholar of his day and the lesser scholars around him made constant petty accusations against him so that in the end he just started saying "So call me a [accusation]." That created massive problems.
I do have a favourite part:
Gentleness and kindness were never a part of anything except that it made it beautiful, and harshness was never a part of anything except that it made it ugly.
Through cheating, stealing, and lying, one may get required results but finally one becomes
Why did that cause him massive problems? :S
What did they accuse him of/say about him? Why?
What would be more your style of sentiment?
We have the same favourite part
Why that bit?
#Before you look at the thorns of the rose , look at it's beauty. Before you complain about the heat of the sun , enjoy it's light. Before you complain about the blackness of the night, think of it's peace and quiet... #