darkness falls over the skies of Arabia, innocence is shattered when children
lie next to their deceased parents. Life for them is wandering the streets--dodging
the bullets as they pick food out of the garbage. They would beg if possible
but in their country all are beggars.
Exactly one year ago of the lunar calendar a similar message was sent
to people exploiting the atrocities of that year and of that month of Ramadhan.
That year, the men were slaughtered like animals and women placed in camps
but this year instead of the situation getting better it worsened, infants
were killed, their hands and feet amputated and their tender, limp, bodies
left out in the desert. I want you to feel their pain, their sensitive
skin on the hot desert sand, unable to walk or crawl because they have
no feet nor hands, unable to speak because their tongues are too dry, feel
what they felt. And no this isn't Bosnia or Kosovo the perpetrators are
'Muslims' who did all this in the name of Islam.
Since when did Islam make it obligatory to slaughter men, women, and
children for mere differences in ijtehad. We talk so much about United
States being the oppressor, which it is, but are we that weak in faith
that a secular nation can control our fate let alone our faith? Why do
we lack tolerance and unity? Where is our once known harmony amongst ourselves?
The question that evolves from this is are we are not who we believe to
Ironically, there are amongst you people who support the perpetrators,
the oppressors, which makes me wonder have we lost our Deen? Then there
are those amongst us who even say rising against the oppressor is not the
Sunnah of the Prophet. I beg to differ.
How can we avoid thousands upon thousands of killings of our own people,
by our own people? Are we that weak of a nation (Ummah) that we cannot
speak against the these corrupt governments? Do we like to see eight years
old girls raising their younger brothers? Or would we rather close our
eyes to the events that may hurt us?
If you have noticed most of this message contains questions to you,
the reader. I feel, it is time we thought for ourselves rather than being
told. Do you want to live a life wearing a blindfold that blocks all of
this? Or would you rather be the one who feeds the child who is shivering
in the rain, perched against an unexploded missile? It makes you wonder
what these children think about. Do the images of their slain family keep
repeating in their mind or do they think of the joyous occassions they had
with their families?
Come with me, to a journey, a journey to the unseen. This is a story
of a four year old girl named Sakina who has seen things that many people
will never see in their lives. She has seen her uncle being slaughtered
like an animal. She saw him being faced towards the Kaba'a and his throat
being slit and the echoing sound of 'Allahu-Akbar' by the killer rang in
her ears for days. She saw her six month year old baby brother being raised
up high into the sky and then slammed down on his tiny head crushing his
skull. It's not over yet, her father who she loved so dearly, who loved
her just as much, was killed instantaneously when he spoke against the
oppressors. He was shot in back of the head execution style--what Sakina
saw is too graphic to be told in this message. All her cousins, her uncles,
everyone she loved were killed and stuffed in a crate. And when the crate
would not close the oppressor severed the part of the body that obstructed
the crate from closing. Sakina saw all this with her very own eyes, she
had no choice, she was forced to watch it. Her life was over, seeing her
mother raped and then killed was the last straw for her. Sakina's last
words were, "Papa, I'm coming to see you." Sakina passed away
at the age five, she had seen too much to bare anymore. May she rest in
Atrocities like this are happening every day and little girls, like
Sakina, are falling victim to them. After hearing eyewitness accounts of
the oppression that is going on in the world, there was a need for a medium
that would, for a lack of words, broadcast these events and the feelings
of the oppressed.
I am thankful for people like Hina that took the initiative to help
start such a medium and thinking twice for her was not even an issue. I
honestly believe without her help there would be no Oppression.org. Thank
We need your help. Running something like Oppression.org is not possible
for just two people, there so much that is going on in the world that we
fear that we might miss something. So, we ask you to please help Oppression.org
succeed in it's goals.
And as a final request please pray for those innocent people that were
killed during the month of Ramadhan and may the grievances of their families
they left behind be lifted because for them there is no Eid this year.
Innaa Lilaahi wa Innaaa Ilayhi Raajioon
we are God's and verily unto Him shall we return" - Quran 2:156