Episode 3 - Who Is the Prisoner? Me or Them?

Peace be upon you and the mercy of Allah

Introduction to the Poem

In my opinion, while I was in prison, she said during one of the visits: "I found you different from usual last time, you usually raise our spirits, and we always feel optimism, positivity, and patience from you. But last time, I found you bored and listless. Beware of slackening, beware of retreating. I want you to be strong as we are used to."

So, I wanted to reply to her, may Allah reward her with goodness, with a poem. This poem is titled: "Who is Imprisoned?"

Poem: Who is Imprisoned?

Who is imprisoned?

My sister came to me in prison, adorned with steadfastness and dignity She said: I have come to you as an advisor to increase your determination Beware, do not despair with boredom, be patient, and be filled with anticipation You will not rise in the degrees of glory if you do not lick the thorn

My sister, do not fear anything, for my brother knows the chosen one He who has carried the call must bear the harm Allah would not leave us until we become righteous And leads to the depths of hell those who hypocritically rebel

If I were living in prosperity, not fearing the misfortunes With a full pocket, many friends, free, traveling And before prison, I was blessed with twins who stole the glances But here I see nothing around me but bars and walls

And shackled in my legs to cast a judgment nearby But I hope from my patience the proximity of the Merciful And I will drink a cup of camphor or honey flowing like rivers And fulfill what the Lord has commanded His servants: Be supporters

Imprisoned, but in my chest is a garden blooming with flowers Imprisoned, but in my chest is a garden blooming with flowers I read and record ideas and perform the night prayers I contemplate as I recite the Quran to discover the secrets

And my soul soars, taking from the love of the Merciful its course And I compose the reasons for patience so that people may be pleased with destiny I stock up in the prison of piety, and my enemy carries his burdens I stock up in the prison of piety, and my enemy carries his burdens

How many free people have I seen like drunkards, yet they are not drunk But they have become accustomed to being humiliated and living in disgrace They have abandoned religion out of negligence and have seriously worshipped the dinar If they get angry, it is not for the sake of Allah, but because they have exploited their positions

Is it shameful that we pay if the honor of the nation is defiled and we are silent? When we have kept silent about the injustice and feared oppression and captivity We have not given our youth leaders who are filled with pride So they take as their symbol of bravery the denial of Allah like tyrants

Is it fitting for the followers of Muhammad to imitate a tyrant? He who worships Allah the Almighty does not follow the current He who seeks honor from other than the Merciful will meet with loss For the houses of spiders have resorted to ruin, hoping for construction

Have you seen Tunisia when it fought its criminal openly? Chasing every veiled woman just to please the Christians? He wishes he were under the shoes of the infidels as dust And for a quarter of a century, he allies with them, hoping for stability in rule

But France, the garbage of history, threw it in disgrace My sister, do not fear anything, for my brother has taken the tyranny And Allah defends us as He has promised the transgressors with punishment

Conclusion

And peace be upon you and the mercy of Allah.