A Poem For ‘Umar Khadr August 11, 2008
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by Marryam Haleem
In the name of God, the All-Merciful, the Mercy-giving
Captured at 15 years of age by U.S. soldiers
Omar Khadr has suffered for over five years
At Guantanamo Bay.
Because of the torture and lack of proper medical attention,
Omar, at age twenty, is going blind.
They’re taking you sight away
They say,
Your precious beloved pair,
They dare
I’d give you mine, God knows,
So the Arab saying goes.
But I wish it was not this way
I wish your sight would stay
When your sight you’ve lost,
So great its cost,
God’s beloved said
The Garden’s yours instead[i]
The blind sight snatchers
Your deluded captors
See coercion and duress
As the way to success
But those in torment and seclusion
Will wipe away that false illusion
And then you, cooling of my eye,
Will, on freedom’s wings, fly
After this earthly flight,
In the Gardens of Delight,
I pray we meet,
At Heaven’s gate we greet
And here let me end
And off my poem I send
May God restore your sight
May He surround you with light
[i] In an authentic narration, the Prophet Muhammad, peace on him, reported God saying, “If I afflict a slave of mine with his two beloved things (the eyes) and he remains patient, My reward for him will be nothing but the Garden.”
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