As the Muslim Ummah sleeps with their pigmy leaders singing lullabies of all is well, we have remained disturbed as normal human beings and share our views to wake up some sleeping souls in the billion plus people called the Islamic world as well as rest of the world.

Whether it be the ugly drones taking heavy toll of brave sons and daughters of Fata; the Israeli ruthless raids on innocent Palestinians or Indian soldiers dishonouring our daughters in the Chinnar Valley of Kashmir, Muslim blood is the cheapest commodity to be spilled without much remorse. We dedicate this small piece to the fallen of Gaza, Fata and Kashmir:

“Paragons of courage, in an unkind world,

Sons and daughters of concentration camps,

Calling for help to the deaf ears of Ummah,

A dead beast good for

nothing,

With pigmy leaders always bluffing, 

 Carcass of decaying body of billion plus,

Feet of clay with virtually no truss.

Alas, the descendants of Qasim and Salahuddin,

Alas, the residents of Karachi and Ankara,

Alas, the residents of Riyadh, Tehran and Dhaka,

Too busy in earning your bread and butter,

Too busy in infighting on

petty and mundane,

Behind the safety of your shutter.

Paragons of courage, in an unkind world,

Sons and daughters of

concentration camps,

Calling for help to the deaf ears of Ummah,

A dead beast good for

nothing,

With pigmy leaders always bluffing, 

 Carcass of decaying body

of billion plus,

Feet of clay with virtually

no truss.

From the streets of Gaza,

Srinagar and Fata,

A daughter calls under

showering phosphorus,

With cries and shrieking

voices in the falling debris,

Fearful faces listening to the deadly sound of raiders,

Or the sleepless eyes under the hovering drones,

Thanks for not listening

to their moans,

Daily loads of coffins on the tired shoulders,

Wrapped in blood stained flags my dears,

And drooping faces of

old and young,

Offering collective funeral prayers,

Of so many nameless and non-existent,

Thanks for your non-support,

It has been so persistent.

I know you will tell me

to shut up,

And go to sleep, for that is a normal thing,

In Gaza, Fata and Srinagar,

Too busy in earning your bread and butter,

For you have other things

to do,

Any ways, your sons and daughters and you,

Are safe and sound in the peaceful graveyard called Ummah.

I know you will tell me

to shut up,

And go to sleep, for that is a normal thing,

In Gaza, Fata and Srinagar,

For I am a damn fundo

supporting the fundos,

Of Gaza, Fata and Srinagar,

Sorry for disturbing you

my dear,

I cannot go to sleep,

In the graveyard of silence called Ummah,

For the sound of deafening bombs and rockets,

Is too much for me,

And the shrieking voices of young girls,

And of old, young and their spouses,

Dying under the debris of falling houses,

And the load of dead bodies

to burry is too much,

Left by killers without trace,

For the graveyards of Gaza, Fata and Srinagar,

Have run out of space.

 The writers are freelance columnists based in Zimbabwe. Email: yalla_umar@yahoo.com