In Remembrance of Marwa el Sherbini

The following poem is dedicated to Marwa el Shebrini, who was brutally stabbed to death 18 times in a German court room. Her killer was being sued for his harassment towards Marwa, who hated her Muslim identity and even attempted to rip her hijab off her head.
Marwa who was pregnant at the time was stabbed in front of her four year child. Her husband is in critial care. In his attempt to save his wife, he was stabbed and accidently shot.

You know, the people of the village point at the red sky of dawn and twilight saying 'The blood of the martyrs paints this glorious sight',
When I remember that early morning walk and the things she said,
reminding me that death is not death for a privileged few,
To kill a person because of their beliefs does not murder that belief,
Just as their blood streams in all directions so do their values, elevating and nourishing...

Do the perpetrators believe they are free?
'A man cannot kill without also killing a part of his own soul', said by remorseful killers throughout the ages,
the current being so strong in their river of guilt that it drags them to their damnation
The few who protect their only short lived pleasures send their dogs to hell, who then wait for their master to join them,
panting and salivating with sacred flesh between their teeth,

The Sacred bears witness to the Creator of All,
the crimes endured for proclaiming ‘Ahad Ahad!’
The elite are sent each and every day to the abode of As Salaam,
whilst the fire burns fiercely for the distorted faces,
and I am grateful for Jahannam

The end will be for those who loyally bore witness to Truth.

Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji’oon.

Rahimullah Marwa