Cry Tears of Blood
27 March, 2008
By Anwaar Hussain
Watch the massacre of Fallujah. What monsters, what beasts could do this to their fellow human beings? Watch and cry tears of blood.
When your tears dry up, then look at the face of this man and join me in my prayer for humanity.
I invoke Thee, O Lord, who resides in high heavens in the glow and mist of rainbows. O Ye the Master of the celestial and the terrestrial. O Ye, who extinguishes falsehood, who dissipates the evil influence of Satan and wicked apparitions.
O Ye, who is the Lord of the thrones of the universe, the oldest Existence, ancient of heaven, support of all things, the Lord of truth, Maker of men and beasts and plants, Maker of all things above and below, Deliverer of the sufferer and the oppressed, the all Hearer, the all Seer, the all Knower.
Ye are the Hearer of the shrieks of the sodomized children of Iraq , Ye are the Perceiver of the pains of their parents, and Ye are the Listener of the cries of the Fatimas who are raped by beastly men in Iraqi jails. Ye are the Life Giver to the deformed generations of Thy creations now being born in the plundered lands of Babylon. Ye are the knower of the slaughter of Thine innocent children in Iraq who were left on the streets for the canines to feed on. Ye are the all Knower.
Thou art in full knowledge of the perpetrators of these crimes, the violators who mar the things of beauty…Thine creations. They follow some noxious gods and venomous deities. In their bodily frames they lie imprisoned in the grips of devil, grievously defiled. I invoke Thee, O Lord, to cast upon them a ray of peace, and let it cure their suffering. For they are now not men but a gathering of evil faces, evil eyes, evil mouths, evil tongues, evil lips, evil minds and evil poisons. However tall they try to become, O Lord, they reach not Thy feet that rest on lofty summits…pygmies they remain.
O Ye, who is the Lord of wisdom, of mercy; most Loving, most Magnificent, Opener of every eye, Source of joy, in whose goodness Thine creations exult, Thou who has all the beautiful names, Thou the Maker of all the constellations and a collection of the most splendid lights Himself, a Maker of the beautiful radiance of the sun and the moon, I invoke Thee to redeem Thine erring servants that have taken to dwelling in darkness of the heart and the abode. I invoke Thee to restore their sanity, their minds, and their senses for they have become impervious to the pain they cast as they continue the mayhem. May their devils leave them, may they recover from their cursed sickness. Pardon their inadequacies, let their misdemeanors be erased. I beseech Thee. May they rediscover Thee O Magnificent One. Give back fragrant life to these living dead, O Lord of lights, for they rot even as they live.
Look down upon all of us; for we have started to rejoice in the showers of each others’ blood. We beseech Thee to pour out Thine blessings on us all. Be gracious to us from Thy throne built in Thy celestial kingdom. Thou art the timeless deliverer of all creatures; deliver us from our self-inflicted pains.
I, Thy servant, dull and ignorant, can poorly express my feelings. Yet I pray to Thee O Lord. Neither thought nor reason can capture Thy spirit, and no one knows all Thy attributes. Thou art the soul and Thou art the soul maker. I feel small and insignificant in Thy presence and lose the thread of all my reason. I perceive Thee clearly as the master of the universe, and yet perceive Thee as the universe itself.
I now finish my prayer and heave it up to Thee through the ethereal blues yonder above me, O Lord, with the hope that these will rise upto Thee and be granted. Amen.
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