As I walk through the streets of Kuwait (and
this could be almost any “Muslim” nation), my heart is filled with tears. Tears of blood. It is filled with the
blood of all the martyrs who gave it freely and gratefully so that Kuwait and all of the Khaleej would be Muslim.
Generation after generation of warriors, honored men and
women have battled with the sword, the tongue and the pen to ensure that this great deen of Islam would reign supreme in this
blessed land. Allah gave us this great favor, this great gift and how do we behave? We act like spoiled children, taking this
gift, chewing it up and spitting it out. Worse yet, we behave with a level of disrespect and insolence that even the most
spoiled of children would balk at. We reach levels of disobedience that would tear a mother’s heart, without even blinking
an eye. We simply cannot be bothered with obedience to Allah. Allah guide us!
We have the nerve to forge lies against Allah, belying our
lack of fear of Him. As I walk through Kuwait University, I see the painted faces of women whose naffs overshadows their taqwa
as thickly as their eye powder and kohl overshadows their eyes. I see the beardless faces of jean-clad youth whose love for
all things American and Western smothers their love for Allah. I see clothing so tight on both sexes that it constricts their
hearts as well as their bodies.
As I write this, sitting in a computer lab at Kuwait University
– I am dismayed by the display of a group of giggling young men – chatting on the internet – showing obvious
enjoyment of the conversation in play.
Do we not reflect upon the warnings of Allah? Are we so blinded
by the satellite images of a false Jannah that we forget that a real one exists? Are we so enamored of a present where America
and the West rule over the world by subjugating it into complacency that we forget the past wherein Muslims – our grandparents,
our cousins or ancestors - brought light and knowledge to their dark continent - where Muslim scholars brought knowledge and
enlightenment to a people who forbid their own subjects to read their own holy text, the bible, because it might harm their
Are we so brainwashed by the glitter and gold that we have
forgotten Allah and the beautiful gift He has bestowed upon us in His Mercy and Beneficence?
As I walk around Kuwait I cry out. I cry out to Allah.
Ya Allah! Guide us! Allah! Open the eyes of our youth. Let
them smell the fires that burn beneath the desires. Let them know that it is the fires of Hell. Let them know, so they will
Ya Allah! Let them turn off the plug-in drugs, these narcotic
fantasies transmitted by the Romans of today who would gladly see our blood flowing through the street as it flowed from their
swords over the streets of Al Andalus!
Ya Allah! Let our youth’s eyes be opened to the true
images of their brothers whose heads are separated from their believing hearts, of their sisters who are raped and murdered.
Let them see how their beloved West turns a blind eye to the massacre of their brothers and sisters all over the world –
as they allow others to do their dirty work.
Ya Allah, let us not turn a blind heart, falling asleep as
we watch the flickering images of their sedative transmissions! Let us look to the faces of the Muhammad Durras of the world.
Let us see the pain and the misery of our Muslim family – not just see it – but feel it, as we feel the pain in
our own idle hands.
Ya Allah! Open the hearts of the Muslim men - men who have
been fooled into acting like children. Let them turn their eyes and hearts away from the artificial battles of computer generated
massacres, so that they may see the real-life massacres of their sisters and brothers in Chechnya, Kosovar, Kashmir, Palestine,
Indonesia, Sudan, Algeria, Bosnia, India, Tamil, and so many other nations.
Ya Allah! Make our young men –our shabab – love
the shahadah more than they love their computers!
Ya Allah! Look upon Kuwait and the Khaleej, these nations
blessed with black gold, these nations of riches and prosperity. For our beloved Prophet did not fear for us for anything
as much as he feared for us prosperity. Ya Allah! Look upon us and help us to make this prosperity work for us – not
against us. Ya Allah! Give these nations another chance. Protect them once again from the Roman legions, the descendants of
the original Romans, whose ultimate goal has not changed – to make the Muslims submit.
Ya Allah! Let us submit to none but You!
Ya Allah! Cover our sisters with a veil of purity as you
uncover their hearts from the false gods of vanity and glamour.
Ya Allah! Strengthen our Brothers with honor and courage
and love for you, as you clean their hearts from the stench of the dunya.
Ya Allah! Save us from ourselves!