In Their Homeland, On Their Soil by Aishat Elusogbon

 So much bloodshed and loss and pain, yet they scream the Takbeer again and again. 

It's amazing, really. These people are being brutally and cruelly murdered by the people who they took in and have occupied their land for 75 years, 75 good years. Their homes, business, hospitals have been and are still being destroyed. They have lost families and friends and colleagues and neighbors. Their have seen horror movies in real life. They watched their pregnant mother being shot in the stomach. They watched their father being beaten, they watched the ceiling cave in on their mother as she rushed to get clothes for escape. They watched their friends brains scattered on the ground. They felt pieces of their home push into their mouths as the explosion envolopes them. In their own homeland. On their own soil.

They starve and cry and weep. They scream and run and hide. In their own homeland! On their own soil. They attend the janaza of people they only spoke with hours ago. They sleep knowing they might wake up under a rumble or they might not wake at all. They look so dirty and so unkept and so malnourished and so exhausted and so horrified, in their own homeland. On their own soil!

And yet…

Yet….

We still hear their screams of Allahu Akbar. We still hear their screams of Hasbunallahu wa ni’mal wakeel. We still see them observing Solah. They still fast even though there's no hope of iftar. They live every second knowing that it could be their last: that they who are performing Janaza for someone might have Janaza performed for them the next day. 

And yet they praise Allah. They glorify Him. They patiently endure knowing that this Dunyah is a test and is temporary and the Akhira is the main deal. They keep praying and fasting. With the sounds of every explosive they chant the Takbeer. Their faith is so powerful, so beautiful that thousands around the globe have taken their Shahadah and accepted Islam because of it. 

Dear people of the Muslim Ummah, the least, the least can do for your Brothers and Sisters in Palestine is to remember them in your Du'a, in your Sujud, while it rains, between Adhaan and Iqaamah, While fasting, when you're about breaking your fast, in Tahajjud, in Mecca, in Medinah, in your homes.

Next, refrain from buying goods that sponsor this Genocide. Google search these products and boycott them, dear brothers and sisters. Don't even accept them as gifts. When you are tempted to buy or collect the bottle of coke, imagine the amount of blood that that drink has spilled. Remember your people in Gaza as often as is humanly possible.

Laylatul-Qadr is near, oh Servants of the Most Merciful. Do not forget your Brothers and Sisters in Palestine. While praying for yourself, pray for those who have no one to lean on but Allah.