By Adeela Naureen and Umar Waqar

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 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

alling 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 grave yards of Gaza, FATA and Srinagar

Have run out of space

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