Every day, a judgment day was unleashed. She had endured various kinds of oppression for a year. She prayed to God for herself every day. The insensitivity of the Ummah, the youth labeling it as expediency, and sitting peacefully while watching the honor of their sisters being violated.
Oh, cowardly youth, remember that some time ago, one of my sisters only raised the Takbir. And in return, the Hindus' pants got wet. Alas, my youth, alas.
While praying, she fell asleep. She woke up to the officer's nonsense and noise, and saw another girl sitting frightened on her bed. That vile man pulled out a pistol and bullets pierced through her body.
Another innocent soul departed for paradise. I wish the scholars would mention the sword along with the pen.
In the library of Baghdad, the scholars were discussing the length of the miswak, while the Tatars were plundering Baghdad. O scholars of the Ummah, the Ummah of the Prophet (peace be upon him). Was the name of the Prophet (peace be upon him) not Nabi al-Malahim along with Rahmatul-lil-Alameen? If so, then take hold of the complete inheritance of the Prophet. Do you not hear the cries of innocent children? Does the weeping child in Gaza not roam before your eyes at night? If not now, then when will you rise?
. Perhaps after losing Al-Aqsa.
The End.