I AM A PALESTINIAN ORPHAN

If you think you are having a bad day, try watching this. How little our “big” problems may seem.. :’(

I AM A PALESTINIAN ORPHAN

This is a clip from the speech of a fourteen year old Muslim sister. She spoke at a da’wah event organised by Hizb ut Tahrir Turkey in the city of Adana discussing the Gaza conflict. This video is a must-watch and must-share, and even for those who might not understand Turkish, it will move you to tears - the passion in the oratary is obvious.

May Allah reward the sister and make all young Muslims steadfast upon their deen and in working for their deen! Ameen.

It is called “I am a Palestinian child: An orphan” - she gives the story of a child in Palestine. She says:

FULL TRANSLATION

I am a Palestinian child

I have been left hungry for days and now for weeks. I hear in other places children sleep in their warm beds.Their mothers are by their side singing to them songs. Their fathers would kiss them once they wake up in the morning from their beds. They have games and toys to play with… But I, I play and wait for death.

I am a palestinian child

My mother always cries, she wears black because she faces darkness everyday. The enemies of the sun…the children of those oppressors. When they first hit our house with their bombs my father became a shahid. Just like the other Palestinian fathers

Now I am all alone. Without an Owner, just like the other Palestinian children.

I am an orphaned Palestinian young girl. I have brothers and sisters; Azra and A’ishah,5 year old Mohammad and Zeyneb which is 9 years old.We sleep in one bed together, the 5 of us because we have no other bed.

I am a Palestinian child but I, I haven’t been able to sleep from the sounds of planes and bombs. In times like this we would hug each other and cry. On a night like this we were struck with fire from the bombs. I screamed out and Cried: “Mother, Mother, Mother!”

My mother did not reply to me for she was covered in red but red did not have a voice.

My mother who always used to wear black was now covered in blood. My mother had become a shahid. Ai’shah’s cradle was covered in blood, Mohammad and rest of my sisters had become shahids

I am a Palestinian child, orphaned.

I could not get up then because I had lost a leg. I cried out asking, what was my crime? They said your name is Summaya. This is your crime. Just like those named A’ishah, Fatima and Mohammad. It is because you are a Shahids child like all the rest of the Palestinian children.

They told me it’s because I am a palestinian child, ‘don’t bother’ they said to me… ‘no one can hear you’. I asked them, ‘isn’t there anyone else in this world who is just like me’, they said ‘1.5 billion, among them named A’ishah and Ahmad’. I couldn’t believe it. ‘Where are they? Show me, where are they? Where are the Muslims?. Have they abandoned us for a handful of Yahoud?!’”

So I raise my hands and seek refuge in My Rabb!!

“O Allah, I believe in You and I see refuge in You. I depend on You and trust in You. You are my protector and the Owner of everything. You are the Lord of the Universe and You are my Lord. Oh Allah, Destroy them!

I am a Palestinian child, an orphaned child

-Nahda Media -

While we all sleep in our warm beds with stomachs full of food. Our parents to wake us up and send us off to school. She, along with other orphans of the world, sits and waits for a day where they too can have the same as we do.

Alhumdulillah we are all so fortunate for everything we have.

So while they yearn for their parent’s love, we should shower our parents with all the love we have. And still, then even that will not be enough to pay them back for all the sacrifices they have made to make our lives better. All the love and care they have shown us, NO ONE will ever be able to top them, except Allah(swt).

Alhumdulillah we truly are blessed.