Poem by Bint e Aakif Saeed

We are the last among those
Who being child and being adult
Were passionate for Taliban
Longing for Muslim renaissance
Dreaming for socio- politic-
Economic system of Islam
Our vision was personified
In Taliban of tribal sites
We saw a sun rising so high
On land of sacredness and might
In Kabul, Herat and Qandahar
The Taliban with pure Iman
We were the ones whose sight was on
Their every rise, their every fall
We were the eyes wept for them
We were the hearts bled for them
We prayed for them and finally
We were able to see them shine
Their victory was our only pride
When US had to left their land
We celebrated that event
We were the ones who set our hopes
Our eyes, our dreams and all our hearts
In roots of this tree of Iman,
This newly built fort of Islam
Now we are at the loss of words
What should we say, what should we not
Our broken hearts, our shattered dreams
Coffined in a silent graveyard

Corrigendum
The author of the English article published in
issue 41 of Nida e Khilafat may please be
read as Um e Azzam. (Editor)