Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini, on August 7, 1979, he declared the last Friday of the Holy month of Ramadhan each year as Quds Day, in which Muslims worldwide would unite in solidarity against Israel and in support of the Palestinians. Imam Khomeini declared the liberation of Jerusalem a religious duty to all Muslims. That day, he stated:
I invite Muslims all over the globe to consecrate the last Friday of the holy month of Ramadhan as Al-Quds Day and to proclaim the international solidarity of Muslims in support of the legitimate rights of the Muslim people of Palestine. For many years, I have been notifying the Muslims of the danger posed by the usurper Israel which today has intensified its savage attacks against the Palestinian brothers and sisters, and which, in the south of Lebanon in particular, is continually bombing Palestinian homes in the hope of crushing the Palestinian struggle. I ask all the Muslims of the world and the Muslim governments to join together to sever the hand of this usurper and its supporters. I call on all the Muslims of the world to select as Al-Quds Day the last Friday in the holy month of Ramadhan — which is itself a determining period and can also be the determiner of the Palestinian people’s fate — and through a ceremony demonstrating the solidarity of Muslims world-wide, announce their support for the legitimate rights of the Muslim people. I ask God Almighty for the victory of the Muslims over the infidels.
A Poem written for the sisters of Gaza
To the sisters in Gaza -I am ashamed, Sister!
I live in a house, I want to renovate.
Yours was bulldozed, now you live in a tent.
I need a new car, trade the old one away.
You lost your feet in a bombing yesterday.
I sleep so cozy and warm in a king size bed.
You find comfort in the cold hard floor instead.
Something doesn’t work out I’ll complain to everyone.
While you hide your tears when you lose someone.
My freezer is full with samoosas and pies.
Your tummy sounds are muffled by rockets and cries.
I open my fast with plenty food in my plate.
You are thankfull for that single date.
I do some chores my back is sore.
You lost your sons your pain is much more.
My Eid clothes are bought, few hundreds gone.
You were forced to leave with the clothes you had on.
I need a few holidays throughout the year.
You won’t abandon your land despite the fear.
I have everything yet I still want more.
You just want peace, the end of this war.
Despite all this your closer to Allah then I’ll ever be.
So dear sister please pray for me.
Shukr Alhumdulillah for all we have!!!
A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled it over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in ten-digits (phone numbers).
The store-owner observed and listened to the conversation:
Boy: ‘Lady, Can you give me the job of cutting your lawn?
Woman: (at the other end of the phone line): ‘I already have someone to cut my lawn.’
Boy: ‘Lady, I will cut your lawn for half the price of the person who cuts your lawn now.’
Woman: I’m very satisfied with the person who is presently cutting my lawn.
Boy: (with more perseverance): ‘I’ll even sweepyour curb and your sidewalk, so on Sunday you will have the prettiest lawn in all of Palm beach, Florida.’
Woman: No, thank you.
With a smile on his face, the little boy replaced the receiver.
The store-owner, who was listening to all this, walked over to the boy.
Store Owner: ‘Son… I like your attitude; I like that positive spirit and would like to offer you a job.’
Boy: ‘No thanks’.
Store Owner: But you were really pleading for one.
Boy: No Sir, I was just checking my performance at the job I already have. I am the one who is working for that lady, I was talking to!’
Don’t cry now Ummi, don’t cry now, rest now Ummi, sleep,
It’s over Ummi, no more pain, no more suffering, no more grief.
I see the fear in your eyes Ummi, thinking what’s going to become of me,
Don’t you worry about me though Ummi because Allah will watch over me.
I was going to build you a proper home where we would live happily,
I was going to take you to Hajj Ummi, when standing on my own two feet.
Those dreams will stay dreams now, never becoming a reality,
My heart is breaking apart now Ummi with the thought of you leaving me.
O’ my beloved Ummi, what will I do without your company?
My world is upside down, I’m in pain! Turmoil! Agony!
Our lives mean nothing to them Ummi! They hate us passionately!
But why does no one stop them Ummi? No one listens to our plea!
Why does no one help us Ummi? Why is everyone asleep?
Don’t they know we live in terror every day from this enemy?
I get lost in my thoughts occasionally, I’ve been thinking a lot lately,
I don’t know what we did to them, why do they want to see us bleed?
The day we wait so long for, but it seems tht time has ceased,
when will this bloodshed stop?
When will we live again in peace?
But our blood is not wasted Ummi – remember for this we die as Shaheed,
They may take our lives Ummi, but our souls are forever free!
So they can beat me, starve me, cut me until my body bleeds,
My soul will never submit to them,
I’m a slave to the Almighty.
By Rashid Abdi Nur