People Crying, People Dying..The Truth Has Been Murdered

I Know They're All Lying..

It's All An Illusion, It's A Pre-Planned Deception

If You're A Non Believer Then You're An Exception

I Watch Them Suffer, I Watch Them Cry

I Have Seen Their Hopes...Their Happiness Die

My Sisters Tears Aren't Fake, She's Drowned In Devastation

My Eyes Fill With Tears..Watching This Manipulation

Baby Haniya Is Waiting For Mummy To Be Free

My Heart Breaks Watching Her Wait

Watching Her Wait So Patiently

A Mother Is Eagerly Waiting For Her Son

Innocent Abdullah...Six Years He's Been Gone

I Read It In The Papers, In The News..Everyday

That Innocence Is A Danger To Us In Every Way

But Brothers And Sisters You've Gotta Help Me Out

My Mummy Covers From Head To Toe

But Why She Does That, I Did Not Know

She Never Ever Shows Her Hair

What People Think She Does Not Care

Yesterday When She Came To Kiss Me Goodnight

I Asked Her The Reason, She Said With Delight

The Hijab Is What Makes Me Free

Makes Me Feel That I Can Be Me

The Hijab Is My Protector, My Corrector, My Pride

It Embellishes The Feeling That ALLAH Is By My Side

Its A Barrier For Lustful Eyes, It Separates Me From Sin

It Helps Me To Appreciate This Beautiful World I'm In

My Little Princess This World Is Not What It Seems You Shall Learn

With This Perfected Hijab, A Respected Identity You Shall Earn

When People Look At You, A Pure Muslimah They Shall See

A Woman With Self Respect, A Woman Like Me

My Life Shimmered Like Glistening Stars In The Dark Night Sky

As I Slept Peacefully,

Unaware That It Was Time For My Happiness To Die

There I Was Beautifying Each Dream With Complete Concentration

How Was I To Know They Were Shattering..

And Arriving Was Devastation

A Heartbreaking Scream Brought Me Back To Reality

I Rushed Downstairs..But Sadly Only To See..

My Mum In Tears, Screaming My Brothers Name

She Sat There Helplessly Clutching A Photo Frame

"Why Is Everyone Crying?!" I Yelled Impatiently

The Answer Was In Their Eyes, Had I Lost A Part Of Me??

To The Hospital We Rushed As I Held Back My Pain

I Clutched His Hand Tight, His Tears Flowed Like Rain

People Were Surrounding, Prayers Were Loud

Why should I sit silent, showcasing manners,
It don’t make sense I’m demanding the answers,
Tell me why as a woman should I not be noticed,
It circled my mind as I sat down and wrote this,
Sisters and mothers still fighting oppression,
Through wars by tyrants who try to oppress them,
I stand by this mic & I stand to address them,
Their strength & dignity still fights to protect them,
A mother would never let harm come to her child,
A woman would fight, let passion’s go wild,
So empower yourselves; don’t let them dictate you,
Freed your own mind, don’t let it phase you.
Speak, together & loud show your intelligence.
Redefine meanings cus you don’t believe that they’re irrelevant.

Hariet Tubman made a sound with what she did underground,

Freedom is paid for with the blood of the oppressed,
Which pumps through their veins with every beat of their chests,
When a parent dies only children are left,
& when a child dies it’s so hard to accept,
The blood stained hands of the oppressor will never be forgiven,
As the legacy of his reign is forever living,
In the hearts & the souls of the mothers who were giving,
All they had to their child but now they’re not living,
Or they have a daughter with a bullet lodged in her brain,
& a son who was blinded by the weapons that were used to invade,
Our reality and theirs was never meant to be the same,
The term “3rd world” isn’t just politically correct it’s a part of the game,
To elevate the western world to a planet that is better than theirs,

Yakno? nobody givs a damn no more afta i went thru this i so no point in bein happi

Not A Day Goes By When A Mother Doesn't Scream
Not A Day Goes By Without Another Broken Dream
A Rush Of Tears Is Flooding Shattered Hearts
Once Happy Families Have Been Left In Parts
Rivers Of Blood Flow Through Every Street
A Mother And Daughter Are Yearning To Meet

As Much As I Want To Help, I Cant Take Away Their Pain
Watching Innocent Orphans Suffer Is Driving Me Insane
Deep Down In My Heart I Know They Shall Be Free
They Too Shall Smile Happily And Live Like You And Me

This Life Is A Test, That One Day Shall End
Thats When ALLAH Will Make Those Beautiful Hearts Mend
There'll Be No Scream, No Broken Dream, No Death And No Tear
True Eternal Happiness Shall Surely Be Living Here

So Someone Go Tell The Suffering Unmmah To Bravely Hold On Tight

Hi,

I'm new to the site (obviously)
I just wanted to say hello or assalamu alaykum
I'm here because I'm very confused at the moment

I don't know who I am any more, I have changed so much and so have my circumstances but I just don't know who I am!

So I wanted to discuss whether if you knew who you are...

Who are you?
What is your purpose on Earth as a living, breathing, moving human being?

Hope to get to know you all in due course. iA

PS, the range of profile pictures to choose from are not very good on this forum.

There was an arab leader facing insurrection from the people.

The people had suffered long enough - they were rising up and wanted change.

The leader, being a typical repressive arab leader used his armed forces to break the people's back. He used the armed forces and the air force to break the rebellion.

The world looked on in horror, and since the "free world" was already not a fan of the regime, it decided to take action. Afterall, something had to be done for the sake of the people.

Sanctions and no fly zones were the name of the game.

Now a question for you all: Am I talking about Libya in 2011, or Iraq in 1991?