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Twas a year ago, when I had laid my hopes anew,
For one was full of plans and dreams.
Neer minding the shame, the hurt, the trials of old;
And I was lookin for the time ahead.
For, it was, they said, the new year 2003.
But scarce had the year begun,
When Islam was again declared as the enemy to be,
Not enough was the broken lives in Afghanistan,
Not enough the agony in Palestine!
For it was, they said, the new year 2003....
Yes, O comrades, barely had the year been born,
Was there tremblings of a war to be.
And much before the rain of fire,
Ones heart bled for Iraq in 2003.
For men of power more, but less of compassion,
Raved and ranted of threats and deals.
And Oh! How the Ummah throbbed, and thronged, in pain,
At the morn of 2003.
Will this misery never end, Oh Lord;
Won’t this pain ever subside, dear God?
But why this trial so eternal, so unending:
Is this, indeed, our fate to be?
Or is this Thy retribution for 2003?
But there arose a song within me;
Telling me of the Law Divine:
That the fate of a people, God changeth not,
For twas the people who had to change it first,
Even in this year of 2003
Oh! For the Chechen: incarnation of the spirit defiant!
Woe is the Russian Czar, who, to its pain, uncompliant.
And Oh for the misery of Chechnya; of its children and women brave,
Who, with their lives, purchased the sweetness of the grave!
Away from the pain, the suffering, Oh Lord;
Away from the tribulations in seeking after the world.
And away, away, Oh God,
From the horror that was 2003
Was suicide then the only way,
For the Palestine heroes of yesterday?
Suicide bombers, they were to be called
Oh! For the agony and pain of it all!
For, it all happened in 2003.
And God did mention from of old
That our prophets were, indeed, told;
That not by burning the books heavy,
Would knowledge be removed for ternity.
Nay! Not by the knowledge, but by the knower;
Not by the scholarship, but by the scholar;
Would the Lord, our God, take up learning from hereof.
As it did transpire in 2003.
For him who struggled, him who strove;
Him who, within the dungeons, bore
For years on end, a lifetimes learning;
Him did God take away from this yearning!
Ah! So pity then the Bosnia which
Cries for the noble Izzetbegovich.
Yes, O my comrades! For he did die in the year 2003.
And how I remember, our friend Edward, the Christian.
Who for all his life was but a Palestinian.
A Gladiator in the battle with the Snake of Zion;
For, till the end he never ceased being the Lion.
No matter what the Demon had to say,
Edward always had the last say!
For, he was, indeed, Edward Said;
And yes, he did pass away in 2003.
But the year hasnt passed, not yet;
And I hear a rumbling still.
My heart skips a beat that it doesnt get;
For, the earth has shaken in Iran
Oh my Lord! But wheres the villain;
Whos the villain for all this misery?
And hear the women, how they cry!
Oh, if only it would pass away: this 2003
But where is the hope,
Where is the way?
How can we, with these disasters, cope?
Ah! Look at the Messenger, what does he say?
‘Strange is the believer in his way:’
For let Evil visit him or let it be Good,
Patience and Resilience are his Food.
For in Evil, thus, is also his making,
And in Good he makes in gratitude, the partaking.
Same is it for 2003 as it is for Eternity.
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