Humiliated in the Shackles, by Sami al Hajj

250px-Sami_Al-Hajj_2008Sami al Hajj is an Al-Jazeera cameraman from Sudan who was kidnapped on his way to cover a story in Afghanistan and held at Guantanamo Bay Prison for six years. He was released without charge in 2008. This poem is from the collection Poems from Guantanamo, translated by unnamed linguists with security clearance at the prison.


Humiliated In The Shackles

by Sami al Hajj

 

When I heard pigeons cooing in the trees,
Hot tears covered my face.
When the lark chirped, my thoughts composed
A message for my son.
Mohammad, I am afflicted.
In my despair, I have no one but Allah for comfort.
The oppressors are playing with me,
As they move freely around the world.
They ask me to spy on my countrymen,
Claiming it would be a good deed.
They offer me money and land,
And freedom to go where I please.
Their temptations seize
My attention like lightning in the sky.
But their gift is an empty snake,
Carrying hypocrisy in its mouth like venom,
They have monuments to liberty
And freedom of opinion, which is well and good.
But I explained to them that
Architecture is not justice.
America, you ride on the backs of orphans,
And terrorize them daily.
Bush, beware.
The world recognizes an arrogant liar.
To Allah I direct my grievance and my tears.
I am homesick and oppressed.
Mohammad, do not forget me.
Support the cause of your father, a God-fearing man.
I was humiliated in the shackles.
How can I now compose verses? How can I now write?
After the shackles and the nights and the suffering and the tears,
How can I write poetry?
My soul is like a roiling sea, stirred by anguish,
Violent with passion.
I am a captive, but the crimes are my captors’.
I am overwhelmed with apprehension.
Lord, unite me with my son Mohammad.
Lord, grant success to the righteous.

~ by lolarusa on August 25, 2009.

One Response to “Humiliated in the Shackles, by Sami al Hajj”

  1. Thanks for this, I left it on our church blog and got this response- http://pastorbobcornwall.blogspot.com/
    Steve said…
    The poem by Sami al Hajj could have come directly from the pages of Psalms. If we can enter into the pain of this man, we will better understand the plight of millions around the world whose poverty is the source of our wealth. It’s not our freedom they hate, it’s our hypocrisy.

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