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By Aziza Hussain
Age 16, Massachusetts
Narrated by Abdullah bin Umar (Radhiallaho anho): Allahs Messenger (sallallaahu alaihi wasallam) said, "A Muslim is a brother of another Muslim. So he should neither oppress him nor hand him over to an oppressor. And whoever fulfilled the needs of his brother, Allah will fulfill his needs."
- Sahih Al-Bukhari Vol. 9 : No. 83
The world spins, crumbles, and falls to pieces. I am standing in the middle, watching the world I once knew collapse and reach its end. I see each building fall, one by one. Each crashes to the ground suddenly. I turn to examine the North side--the buildings fall abruptly. I turn to the East--
again, my tear-filled eyes observe the same. To the South I turn--the floor has already been leveled. I turn once more and face West--buildings stand tall. I close my eyes, wondering what is happening. I open them again. A building begins to tremble. I close my eyes once more and when I reopen them, I see its pieces lying hopelessly on the ground. I continue to gaze out at the West, awaiting the destruction of it as I had seen the others destroyed. I stand alone, watching, waiting. I stand amongst the only buildings left - the buildings of the West. They do not crumble nor do they fall. They stand prominently and strong. I begin to retreat from the buildings - the buildings of pride, immorality, and injustice.
I look to the area that was once known as the east, the Middle East. Bodies lay sprawled across the hardened ground. A crimson-colored liquid is mixed in with the buildings remains. It is not just buildings that were destroyed, not merely houses, but homes. Families were broken up and bonds were broken. One family member lies motionless, his head to the ground with his hands beside his head. He seems to be prostrating. He seems to have been calling for help at the time of his end. A pregnant woman is lying on her side; a baby of what seems to be only two years lays just a few feet away from her head. My eyes cannot bear the sight; I turn away.
Bombs explode before my eyes. The buildings of deceit and corruption have fallen. There are no people left. "Why are they bombing if no people are present?" I wonder. "Who is bombing?" "The West," I realize. Loud screams fill my ears from the South as I begin to turn to the West. I am distracted and look toward the desperate cries.
I see the land that was once known as India. It became the land of war, humiliation, and defeat. Flames continue to persist, slowly dying out as my ears hear the last cries of help. My heart pushes forward, trying to move my feet near the cries. I go to run. My body remains frozen in place. I hear cries from different corners of the land. I hear some from more North. I remember the land known as Kashmir. I turn my back on the cries of Gujurat. I face Kashmir. I tell myself, "Run. Run. You still have a chance. There is hope." My heart collapses; it does not listen to my brain.
The last remnants of hope escape through my skin. They fall into the dust.
Look further beyond to the corners of the world that go unnoticed, the ones that are disregarded. What do you see? Do you see what I see? Do you see the humiliating defeat of the Muslim people?
The world has not yet shattered, though it is on the brink of destruction. Muslim empires once stood strong and were rulers of the world. The Muslim Ummah was strongly united as one during this time and prospered. It has been divided by its enemy; it has been weakened. Its people are ruled and its people are oppressed. Do not let the Muslim world be shattered to the ground and covered in the dirt and dust of ourselves. Answer the call of your Lord.
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