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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Behind the dark walls of the prison, Hiding my face from all in my vision, Abandoned by my bosses,the terror leads, I wait to be hanged for my misdeeds. Now I look back to think…. Important member of the Al-Qaeeda,I was, Given tasty food, and rigorous training by my boss, I was taught “muslims are harassed round the world, To help them, grenades and bombs ,I have to hurl. Arms and ammunitions to me they gave, To destroy the world, the path they paved. Rigorous physical training I was given, On the path of “Jihad’I was driven. I felt …”me, a class four dropout from school, To a fidayeen…oh so cool.” With pots of money l was lured, A place in paradise..I was assured. Reading the terror email from the Mujahideen, I was all charged up and excited to become a fidayeen. With the ammunitions, I was on my way, On the path of destruction that they laid. “Explode bombs, shoot and kill”, They said “that is what was Allah’s will.” An obedient student I was in their list, Little did I realize I was a dangerous terrorist! As I killed and killed and shed innocent blood, Suddenly, I was shot and I fell down ..thud! Interrogations by cops continued endlessly on me, Confusing the cops,I waited for Al-qaeeda to rescue me. To my rescue, none from Al Qaeeda came, Hated worldover a terrorist I became! No one would come I felt I was misled! I silently wept. Jihad would never get me paradise, Fallen in eyes of Allah, I will never ever rise. I am unable to bear this and want to die, And face Allah ? In fear and shame I cry. I neither can live nor die in peace , Forgive me Allah, I cried on my knees. Old, young, man woman, child I randomly killed, Was this by Allah, in me instilled? I repent and feel am cursed by all,to hell I shall go, What mass destruction on earth have I done? Oh! I have now to face all those I murdered, What do I answer them, I ponder. Spread love and peace is the message of God, I have now learnt the message of the Lord. I confess ..”Jihad and terrorism are hated by god,” I sincerely beg “Forgive me all, forgive me Lord!!” Kindly note :If anyone wants to comment on my poem, kindly note that I am not a terrorist. This poem is written by me as a message to all the terrorists in the world that peace and love is what god wishes.The inspiration is from the recent attacks in Mumbai.
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