"And I would remember my dear brother Abu Mujahid, and how he was imprisoned…"

“And I would remember my dear brother Abu Mujahid, and how he was imprisoned…”

Abu Muhammad al-Maqdisi relates the following about his experience in prison:

“…And when my family came to me with the news of my father’s death (may Allah have Mercy upon him) while I was in my cell after much waiting, promises, and delay in regards to seeing him in the final days of his illness, I told them that had they wanted to, these people could have let me out to see him before his death so that I could stand by him in these moments. If they didn’t do this hoping that I would compromise, break down, or raise the white flag in the face of such pressures, I say to them and you: By Allah, if my entire family were to die one by one – my mother, my children, my wives, my brothers, everyone – do not even dream that I would recant a single letter of what I believe to be the truth from my religion or worship Allah by, even if I were to spend the rest of my life in a cell.

My father, my mother, and my family * Are a shield for the religion of Muhammad…”

“…And I say as I said to some of my interrogators during our constant meetings:

Do you know Kim Sung-Myung, the South Korean? He is not any firmer than I, by Allah’s Will! When they would ask who he was, I would inform them that he was a believer in the empty concept of Communism. Despite this, he is the oldest Communist political prisoner in South Korea, being held for his Communist beliefs in a cell the size of a closet for 44 years! He did not recant his Communist beliefs for a single second during the entire period of his incarceration to his release, remaining firm despite the defeat of Communism and the disintegration of the Soviet Union and millions of Communists abandoning their beliefs. Amnesty International considered him the oldest political prisoner in the world.

This man in his seventies emerged from his cell in which he spent his youth and most of his life to tell the world that despite his frail body that could not even support itself – such that he needed the support of his friends to simply stand in front of journalists’ cameras – so that he could tell the whole world, especially those who had imprisoned him: Even if you weakened my body and broke my bones and my back, you will never weaken my resolve and break my spirit!

So, I would say to these people and others: Does it make sense that the adherent to such empty beliefs be stronger in his resolve than one who adheres to a divine belief that is stronger and loftier than the towering mountains, connected to his Lord, relying on his Helper? Allah’s refuge is sought…So, what recantation are you waiting for?

Place the handcuffs on my wrists, and burn my ribs with the whip * Place the knife on my throat;

You won’t be able to arrest my mind even for an hour * Or to drag away my faith or certainty;

As the light is in my heart and my heart is in my hand * My Lord, my Lord is my Helper and Aid;

I will live holding firm to the rope of my belief * And will die smiling so that my religion will live…”

“…I would also remember those who were in worse conditions and tests than I, from my imprisoned brothers in all the corners of the globe who are prevented from even the most basic rights. This would increase me in firmness and resolve and strength. It would also help me to belittle whatever hardship I was experiencing. I would remember my brothers in the dark prisons of Bagram, my brothers in Abu Ghurayb, my brothers in Guantanamo, my brothers in the secret prisons where one cannot even see the Sun and in which they can be seen by nobody. I would remember my brothers in the prisons of the Jews, Communists, and apostates, etc.

And I would remember my dear brother Abu Mujahid (may Allah have Mercy upon him and gather us with him in the Firdaws) and how he was imprisoned…in a filthy, dark, solitary cell filled with insects, and he was prevented from a copy of the Qur’an. I remember how he would long for each verse he would hear being recited from the distant mosques and keep repeating them until he had them memorized…

I would remember such things, and this would help me belittle my hardships and would acquaint me with Allah’s blessings upon me in that He made the Qur’an my intimate companion during this trial…”

http://www.kalamullah.com/prisoner-of-conscience.html

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"Do not cry for me Mother…" [A Poem for Abu Sabaaya]

Asalaam alaikum

By Mahmoud al-Misri (referring to the imprisonment of Abu Sabaaya & false charges against him);

The poem is written by Abu Muhammad Al-Maqdisi, who wrote it to his mother who was saddened and crying for his imprisonment.

I felt it fits the situation of our dear brother, his love for this Deen, and how his family must be affected by this (ofcourse translation of poems ruin their beauty … I had to change words here and there).

لا تـبكني أمـاه وابـك بلوعة ديـناً جـريحاً ما عليه بــواكيا

Do not cry for me, Mother, rather cry heavily [instead] * for a wounded religion no one is crying for

ما كنت يومـا رغم حبسي جاثيا فـلأجل ربـي أسـتطيب عذابيا

Never in spite of my imprisonment did I kneel * and for the sake of my Lord I shall enjoy this punishment

أمـاه إن خـط القـضاء منيتي بـدم تحـرر فـاصبري لمصـابيا

O Mother, if my death has been decreed * then be patient for my tribulation

لله قـد قدمت روحـي راغبـا ثـمنـا ليبقى أصـل ديـني عاليا

I have willfully given my soul to Allah. * A small price to pay for my religion to remain high

وقحـمت أسـباب المنايا حاملا بيـدي لنـصرة دعـوتي أكفـانيا

I crossed the pathway of death, carrying * in my hands my Kaffan hoping to bring victory to my Religion

فالمـوت لا يـريع نفسـاً حرةً قهـرت خطوباً قـد عصفن عواتيا

For Death does not scare a free soul * [A soul] which has overcome trials coming forth as violent winds

والقيد ليس بمـوهن لي هـمتي والسجن ليـس بمحبطٍ آمــاليا [1]

Handcuffs will not lower my determination * Neither will this prison lower my hopes

يا أمّ لا تبـكي لحبسي دمعـةً وابكي لـدينٍ ما علـيه بواكيـا

[So], Mother, do not shed tears for my captivity * And weep instead for this Religion which no one is weeping for

فالسجن خير من حيـاة مذلـةٍ وأنا لـربي قـد نذرت حياتيـا

For Prison is better than a life of disgrace. * And for my Lord, I vowed my life

أنا لست أركعُ رغبةً في لقمـةٍ أو أشتكي سـوطاً يُعربد عاتيـا

I am not one to bow down for a loaf [of bread] * or one to complain of the whip tearing my shoulders

فالسجن ليس بضائري إن ضمّني والقيد ليـس معجـلاً أكفانيـا

For Prison is not going to harm me when it embraces me * And these chains will not bring my death any sooner

والسجن ليس بحابسٍ لي دعـوتي والقيد ليـس بمطفـئ أنواريـا

This prison is not going to hold back my Message * and these shackles are not going to dim my Lights

أنا هـاهنا حر برغم سلاسـلي ورنينها يشـجي ربوع فؤاديـا

I am here free, in spite of my chains * and its sounds bring life to my heart

أنا هـاهنـا عزّي هنا حريـتي فالعز قيدي والشموخ جراحيـا

Over here I find my dignity, over here I find my freedom * Dignity [can be seen] in my shackles, and determination [can be seen] in my wounds

[سأقول للسجن الذي قد ضمني ] اشدد قيودك لا تفـك وثاقيـا

I will tell this prison which has embraced me * Tighten your bonds, and do not let untie my chains

أنا هـاهنا حـر ودون قيودنـا شـعبٌ يُطأطئ للخيانة جاثيـا

I am here free, and away from these chains * is a nation which has lowered its head kneeling for Treachery

يا سجن إنّي قد عشقتُ سلاسلي هذي السلاسل والقيود سلاحيا

O Prison, I have fallen in love with these chains * these chains and bonds are my weapons [and source of strength]

يا سـجن إنـّي قد ألفتُ زنازني هـذي الزنازن والظلامُ ردائيـا

O Prison, I have gotten used to this jail cell. * This cell and its darkness are my cover and clothing

أنا في قيودك شامـخٌ في عـزتي والحرُ يخنع خلف سورك راضيـا

I am in your chains steadfast with my dignity * and those “free” outside your walls are happy in their disgrace

قد حددوا عيشي على قضبانـهم وبظـلِ قيدك مولدي ووفاتيـا

They restricted my life between these bars * and within the shadows of these chains is by birth and death

وعلى جدارك قد خططت ملاحمي حفراً بظفري والـمداد دمائيـا

On your walls I have recorded my struggles * with my nails I have carved it, and my blood I used as ink

بدمي خططت براءتي من كفرهم ولأجل ذا ضـاقت عليّ بلاديـا

With my blood I have written my dissociation from their Kufr * And for that reason my own country have narrowed and closed in on me

يا أمّ مـالك تذرفـين الدمع لا لا تفعلي أفديـك أمـاً حانيـة

O Mother, do not shed these tears over me, don’t * May I be scarified for you, what a kind loving mother you are

يا أمّ لا تبكـي لقيدي واصبري فالفجـر يشرق عن قريبٍ آتيـا

O Mother do not cry because of my shackles and be patient * Since Dawn will soon come bringing forth its light

والكفر مندحـرٌ بإثْر جيوشهم والنور من ديني يُشـعشع زاهيـا

Disbelief will soon disintegrate with its armies * And the light from my Religion [will remain] brightly shining

والحـقّ منتصرٌ برغم سجونـهم والقيد منكسـرٌ وديـني عاليـا

And the Truth will prevail, in spite of their jails * And the cuffs would soon break, and my Religion will remain high

أبو محمدالمقدسي – رمضان 1417- سجن سواقة في الاردن

In any case, I ask Allah to grant our respected brother Tariq patience and steadfastness.

I ask Allah, Subhanhu wa Ta’ala, to grant him and his family patience and steadfastness, as well as our imprisioned sisters and brothers everywhere in the world along with their families.

I ask Allah not to make this tribulation as a Fitna for them, and ask Him to make it a reason for the elevation of their ranks in the hereafter.

http://ahlalhdeeth.com/vbe/showpost.php?p=41903&postcount=8