| In The Name Of Allah
Most Gracious Most Merciful Short Story: Dreams of the Dead By Adeel Naeem Lying down dead on the street like a rotten corpse six feet under the ground, my eyes wet with blood, my fingers pointing to the heavens , my flesh greeting the dust and my ears listening to the passerby's prayers for patience. I am the victim of my conscience. I am the youth of my nation, a visionary of future, I am the candle in the darkness, I am the voice of the oppressed, I am the slogan of the freedom fighters, I am the collateral damage of the free world, I am the source of this inspiration, the scream of the dead; I am the victim of this war. I was born to be educated, I was taught not to get hallucinated, I was to work for the needy, to advance my economy, to gently treat the elderly, to forgive and to love truly and dominate Allah's sovereignty. I don't remember if I was black, brown or white at the surface. I can't recall what my leaders did to me. I can't recall who invaded me I cant recall how the media projected me. It's too perplexing for I can't even recall breathing the poison in. I am the victim of suppression and occupation of an ongoing war between the terrorist and the terrorism. It's strange laying here with countless bodies around me. When I was with you I heard the dead were buried. It's unfortunate but it is today that I've felt what it means to depart from the brotherhood. Hundreds of thousands of brother and sisters, sons and daughters, fathers and mothers laying together with me, belonging to the faith of 1.5 billion inhabitants of this world. Today we bleed. About tomorrow no one is certain. I use to dream like you do today; not only of wealth, faith and salvation. But of the promised prophecy, the last obligation! Remember? The dream of a land where the brotherhood forms the fountainhead of our society. Where violence of sectarianism ceases to exist, where ignorance runs for cover, where sovereignty of Allah dominates the lands of the faithful, where the nationalistic notions of self-interest die out like germs under the effect of some germicide. The dream of a single unified Islamic State on the methodology provided to us by the personality whom we all know today as Mohammad (May Peace Be upon Him) Its high time the Muslims Start working for the revival of the islamic world.
Also Published as: “Future?”-The Post (1st April 2006); The Frontier Post Yemen Observer (2nd April 2006)
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