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“Soon, I will teach you how to hunt hawks…”

Posted in Abu Muhammad al-Maqdisi, Our Prisoners in Our Hearts, Ramadan on March 26, 2009 by Tarek Mehanna

Indeed, these are emotional moments, and in this place that is cut off from the rest of the world, it is the fourth Ramadan that has come upon us while we are in this trial…

In such times, one is used to being busy with remembering Allah or any other useful activity to not surrender to emotions and memories, especially today and in such moments, as there is a scene in my mind that never fails to surface on the first day of Ramadan each year…

It is the scene of the children running around the dinner table awaiting the call for prayer, and their mother quickly rushing to and fro to prepare their iftar, with none of them having reached the age where fasting is even obligatory for them. Despite this, they are all enthusiastic about fasting, especially during the first days of this noble month.

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The Gift to the Heroes

Posted in Our Prisoners in Our Hearts, Poetry & Anashid on March 13, 2009 by Tarek Mehanna


يا الله فرج عنهمMy Lord, I wept blood over them;

And my heart hurts as if it is broken;

I sleep with the injuries of the prisoners in my heart;

I cannot sleep, as I am the prisoner;

I feel down when I see the heroes chained by the despicable and worthless;

Imprisoned, my Lord, without a crime;

Except steadfastness that pushed them to go forth;

My Lord, the Mighty, above the people who are the definition of injustice;

My Lord, cause the world to suffocate them;

And torture them with it, as You are the Able;

And be patient, O prisoner, as you are free;

You are travelling to the Hereafter without any chains;

You will forget the long nights of pain;

It will come and go, O defiant one;

Remember that this world has many paths;

Some are easy, and some are difficult;

The gift to the heroes is that they live with honor;

And if they die: gardens and maidens…

[Sung by Nasir]

“Be patient, O prisoner, because you are…”

Posted in Our Prisoners in Our Hearts, Poetry & Anashid on February 20, 2009 by Tarek Mehanna


اللهم فرج عنهم

Be patient, O prisoner * Because you are a sun that the flowers turn for;

Going forth despite your shackles * A leader despite the rocks in your way;

You are defiant, and you are like * A shining blaze in an era of servitude;

You are the bold one leading falcons * In the prison of betrayal;

I know that you’re tired * But, you are the brave lion;

I know that you’re exhausted * But, you are the great hope;

I know that you’re weak * But, you are the shining moon;

I know that you’re confident * That victory is for the patient;

We are surrounded by the petty * And you are with the great;

So, rejoice in your prison * And hold the devastating sword to the denier;

You display determination * While the petty ones sleep in a haze;

Time has stopped in front of your prison * Amazed at the blood that has been sacrificed…

You are the boldest!

[Sung by Abu ‘Ali]

The Repentance of Abu Mu’adh

Posted in Abu Muhammad al-Maqdisi, Our Prisoners in Our Hearts on December 29, 2008 by Tarek Mehanna

The story begins like this:

Two bandits lay their eyes on their prey. They choose a house whose appearance pleases them between the other houses, and they begin to approach it.

The issue for them is quite easy and without the threat of danger, as their prey is usually weak. They usually only go out during the day, when the men of the house are at work. If they were surprisingly met by a man in the house, retreat was easy and calculated. All they would have to do would be to pretend to be looking for anyone whose name came to mind, apologize for the disturbance, say that they must have the wrong address, and leave in silence. They would need a ruse, as their simple weapons would not hold up against anyone strong.

They approached the door of their chosen house…

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Firmness of a Prisoner of Conscience

Posted in Abu Muhammad al-Maqdisi, Our Prisoners in Our Hearts on December 27, 2008 by Tarek Mehanna

ِ”…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.

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The Woman in the Locked House

Posted in Our Prisoners in Our Hearts on September 10, 2008 by Tarek Mehanna

In ‘Mashari’ al-Ashwaq’ (2/239), Ibn an-Nahhas related from Abu Bakr bin al-‘Arabi:

“Some of the rulers had made a pact with the disbelievers that they would not hold any prisoners. So, a Muslim man one day travelled near their lands and passed by a locked house. He could hear a woman calling from inside the house: “I am a prisoner! Tell your companions about me!”

When he went back and told the people about this woman, the ruler did not even let him finish the story. He immediately got up and walked on foot to the frontlines until he freed this woman and conquered the area where she had been held captive.”

Two Women Who Stood Up to Fir’awn

Posted in Ibn Kathir, Our Prisoners in Our Hearts on August 19, 2008 by Tarek Mehanna

Ibn Kathir commented on the verse: {“And Allah has set forth an example for those who believe: the wife of Fir’awn, when she said: “My Lord! Build for me a home with You in Paradise, and save me from Fir’awn and his work, and save me from the wrong-doers.””} [at-Tahrim; 11]:

Qatadah said:

“Fir’awn was the most tyrannical and disbelieving person on Earth, and by Allah, his disbelief did not affect his wife when she decided to obey her Lord.”

Abu ‘Uthman an-Nahdi reported that Sulayman said:

“Fir’awn’s wife was tortured in the heat of the Sun. When her torturers would take a break and walk away, the Angels would shade her with their wings, and she would see her home in Paradise.”

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