While Gaza Cries

APTOPIX Mideast Israel Palestinians

Glimpses of the Internet these days
Shiver me too much and scare…
There are ruthless stories to tell,
And blood of the destitute everywhere!

These explicit videos and images,
That I can’t see, I wouldn’t even dare!
I wonder… “This atrocity,
How do our Palestinian brothers bear?”

Look! There’s a child screaming
In one corner of the destroyed land.
There’s no one to wipe his tears,
And no one to hold his hand!

The sight of that little girl,
Who has blood oozing out,
The wounded child stands still,
While people around her shout!

That brother lost his entire family –
One drone attack and it was over.
He lost both his parents and children,
He lost his wife and his brother!

That mother, who is left deprived,
Hysterically shouts in pain and agony,
Her sons killed and daughters, too!
No one can offer her consoling sympathy!

That father gives his child… one last kiss!
Holding his body, that is now in eternal bliss!
Allah O Akbar! They still keep saying…
“La Illa ha Illa Allah,” without hesitating!

That torn body of the elderly lady,
Her fate… she couldn’t flee!
Her husband couldn’t survive either,
Together in Jannah they hope to be!

No escape from bombs, nor from shooting,
Kidnapping, abduction, killing and looting!
Each visual has the same story,
“Oh Allah; please, on them have Mercy!”

Murder, mutilation and destruction!
No justification for their barbaric actions!
Generations have been killed by this genocide,
The world seems to give but NO reactions!

And while Gaza cries alone…
The super powers stand stunned
No support from the Arab leaders,
No support from ANYONE!

Muslims around the world are shock-struck
At Israel’s inhumane brutality,
They condemn and curse the Zalimoon!
“Oh Allah, listen to their pleas!”

They make sincere Duas for Palestine!
They stand in prayers with renewed zeal,
This year’s blood filled Ramadan,
For Gaza is an unbearable ordeal!

“Oh Al Adl; do justice, please, listen!
Have mercy on our oppressed brethren!
Send your help to salvage and finish!
This cold blooded massacre and unfair anguish!”

“HasbunAllahi wa Na’imal wakeel,”
“Nasrun minAllahi wa fathun qareeb!”
Oh Allah, Gaza is dying and crying,
Please, send help to rescue them, Al Mujeeb!

A Day in my Shoes

APTOPIX Mideast Israel Palestinians

Piercing through the silence of the night, the whirring of a helicopter was nearing every minute. It was 3 am in the morning, and despite the tiredness of the previous day, I was fully awake. Yesterday’s events were reeling in my mind like a film. Not that the scenes are unusual for us; this time, their intensity had quadrupled. Now was our turn – I and my family were the victims.

The streets of Gaza witness the same catastrophes almost every day. Only the names and individuals are different. Yesterday, while walking back from college, my two elder brothers and I were stopped viciously by security personnel. They harassed us, hit us with their guns, pushed us and tried to shove us in their van. As they held Abdullah and Talha, I managed to escape. Running from home to home and hiding behind corners, with a trembling body I returned back to my parents.

We have been praying all night. I quietly watch the faces of my parents, as they withhold their tears. I know – they are here to get me. I know – only an hour, and the home, where I am sitting this moment, will be turned down to mere rubble. I know – I will be taken away, my parents will be pushed out, and this place will be no more. I know – because this happens in our country day and night, something we dread and wish to escape, but we cannot.

I am their desired terrorist today, a boy hardly fifteen years old. Yes, I have committed a crime: I’m a Muslim, and I have refused to leave Palestine, my home. We are the defenders of al-Aqsa.

“They (the disbelievers) had nothing against them, except that they believed in Allah, the All-Mighty, Worthy of all praise!” (Surah Buruj 85:8)


Minutes later, an army of commandos was thrashing the main door with their heavy boots. My heart sank, my limbs were giving way. The heavy metal door was only a matter of two boots for them. As my mother shrieked and pushed me under the bed, I could hear them hammering down the kitchen door.

I’ve seen blood around me since childhood; of uncles and cousins, near and far. My heart was throbbing with terror. I am not a coward, no, but have you ever faced such a thing? I would’ve loved to be martyred, yet indeed the sword hanging above the head of a martyr is enough pain, enough a test. Martyrdom may comparatively be easier, but being locked off to dungeons of miscellany for years and years was an unbearable thought.

The stone fitted hearts started dragging my father by his hair. They hurled him into the wall. “Where is your son?” was their demand. They were pushing him around; however, he refused to say a word. This was unbearable. I decided to reveal myself, but before I could do so, they ruined my world. Amid the cries of my mother, a complete round of bullets was emptied in his chest. In just a couple of hours, from having everything I was left with having nothing.

They searched and re-searched every room. Clothes, books, bottles, boxes; everything was strewn across the house. They emptied literally everything and every valuable made way into their pockets. Alas! Alas! They found me… A heavily muscled soldier pulled me, as I kicked and resisted. The screams of my mother intensified. They hit her, but how could this have silenced her. The memory of her sobs still causes pain to my heart.

I was handcuffed and brutally dragged off. The last glimpse that I caught of the house was seconds before they blindfolded me. Two bulldozers accompanied the tyrants. I knew that nothing would remain of my dear home but debris. Later to be inhabited by oppressors and illegal occupiers.

“…and your Lord is never forgetful.” (Surah Maryam 19: 64)


Three years have passed as I lay in a cell, accompanied by some others with similar stories as mine. There is no news of my family or what remains of them. My mother is not allowed to visit, nor do I know when I would be released. A melancholy monotony fills the prison air around us. I hear the same sounds: rockets, shelling, bombs, whirring helicopters and bulldozers.

And amidst all that, I can also hear the chants of ‘Allahu Akbar’ and of prison mates finding peace in the Quran – indeed Allah (swt) is our hope. Verses of the Quran come to soothe us, as we tread the path of patience and resistance. One can only understand the true value of these Ayahs, as they comfort us, while going through the struggles that we go through, in the footsteps of the righteous. All is but for the religion and the word of Allah (swt) to prevail.

I’m sure you now regret reading my miserable story, which will ruin your mood for the day. Instead, there could’ve been a thrilling novel or a mystery story. I apologize for disturbing you.

Do you wish this dilemma would cease for me and for the countless others being oppressed throughout the Muslim world? Yes, there is a Gaza everywhere! Do you care to know, when this tyranny will stop? It will, the day you start paying more attention to us than your branded bags and shoes. It’ll stop the day you start caring for us, more than you do for your lavish dinner parties and designer wear. Things will get better, once you are ready to sacrifice your extravagances, your comfy armchairs and your tension-free lifestyle for the sake of the Ummah; the day we become YOU.

Prophet Muhammad (sa) long ago diagnosed the problem of this Muslim Ummah and also pointed out the solution for us. All we need to do is ponder on his words and act upon them. He said: “If you deal in usury (Riba) and hang onto the tails of cows, being satisfied with cultivation and ceasing to take part in Jihad, Allah (swt) will inflict a humiliation upon you which will not be removed, until you return to your religion.” (Ahmad, Abu Dawud)

“And what is wrong with you that you fight not in the cause of Allah, and for those weak, ill-treated and oppressed among men, women, and children, whose cry is: ‘Our Lord! Rescue us from this town, whose people are oppressors; and raise for us from You one, who will protect, and raise for us from You one, who will help.’ ” (Surah Nisa 4:75)

(This fictitious account is based on true stories from Palestine.)

Brands to Boycott – With Alternatives

Back in 2012, in line with the information provided on Innovative Minds, Hiba Magazine circulated a flyer titled “Brands to Boycott” which provided a list of companies that heavily invest in Israel and also contribute to its economy. This list provided some handy alternatives, especially for Pakistani-based readers. With the current conflict in Gaza, we are again providing this list for those who feel helpless in the face of the situation and wish to do something to support their Muslim brothers and sisters in Palestine.

If you are one of those who wonder whether boycotting is fruitful, we encourage you to check out an excellent article by our writer, Lamya Almas: Is Boycotting Fruitful?

There is another one titled: Shopping can kill.

The list is as follows (courtesy Innovative Minds)



To find out why these companies are on this list, visit http://www.inminds.com/boycott-israel-2012.php

Another list circulated by Christian Science Monitor mentions the following well-known brands on the boycott list:

  1. P&G Pampers
  2. Victoria’s Secrets
  3. Volvo
  4. Intel
  5. Motorola
  6. Hewlett-Packard (HP)
  7. McDonalds

Alternatives for those who are based in Pakistan

Pasta: Kolson / Bake Parlour / Crispo

Milk  / Flavoured Milk: Olpers / Good Milk / Haleeb / Millac / Pakola Milk

Powdered Milk: Millac / Haleeb Skimz / Nutra Mil / Skimillac

Coffee: Coffee Break / Brazo

Instant Noodles: Shoop / Knorr / Indomie

Tea: Tapal / Kohinoor / Standard’s Prime Tea / Vital tea

Cooking Oil: Habib / Sunlight / Meezan / Seasons / Sufi / Eva / Coroli / Soya Supreme / Canolive

Soaps: Breeze / Capri / Tibet / Sufi Bath Soap / Bodyguard

Shampoo: Bio Amla / Medicam / Dabur Amla

Detergents: Sufi Soap Vermicelli / Pak Surf

Washing soaps: Safon Detergent Bar / Safon Detergent Liquid

Dish-washing soap: Safon dish-washing bar (Sufi), Aan soap

Soft Drinks: Pakola / Gourmet Cola

Toothpaste: Hamdard / Dentonic / English / Soda White / Dabur / Shield

Ice-cream: Igloo / Omore / Hico / Iceberg

Personal care products: Saeed Ghani / Olivia / Care / English / Tibet / Etude / Avon

Dairy products: Haleeb / Nurpur / Olpers /

Electronics: Waves / Millat / Super Asia / Pak Fan / Toshiba / Sony / Hitachi / LG / Mitsubishi / Samsung (printers)

Yoghurt: Al-Marai / Millac Yoghurt

Mineral Water: Eva / Pakola’s Vital / Sufi / Qarshi’s Springley / Osloo

Custard, Jelly and Jell-O: Happy Home / Delve Desserts

Juices and Instant Drinks: Maaza / Sunsip / Frooto / Tropico

Candies: Candyland / Hilal

Baby Products: Shield Blessings / Mothercare / Susu

Diapers: Canbebe / Susu / Diapy / EQ /

Toothbrushes / Mouthwash: Shield Products

Readers and local companies are requested to add to this list for public benefit.

We have tried our best to ensure that the above list is correct as of July 12, 2014. If you find any error in it, please email us at editor@hibamagazine.com and it will be corrected, Insha’Allah!