A short message from the mother of Ziyad Yaghi:

It is always the poor and the disadvantaged who get thrown in jail! My son was looking for colleges and trying to get into a college when for no reason got thrown in jail! After he was in jail, I received all these phone calls from colleges that he had called and was waiting for a response! Every minute of the day I think of you my son and how they took you and now you are in jail for doing nothing wrong but just because you were a good person who minded his own business and was trying to better himself! Every minute of the day I hurt for you my son and realize that yes it is a world aimed to do injustice on innocent people, aimed to get money; an industrial prison (where people of money rule) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prison-industrial_complex A young man, who had his whole life ahead of him, is thrown in jail because 3 years ago he took an innocent trip overseas! If any ordinary American non-Muslim took this trip, it would have been gone unnoticed, but because my son took it, it became a crime! How is one supposed to visit his grandmother, uncles and aunts? How is someone supposed to learn Arabic and learn more about his heritage and culture if he does not visit his ancestor’s land!? Sign the petition and paste it onto your wall. If you know any pro-bono lawyers let me know. Educate your friends and family about what is going on to Muslim families in this world. DON’T STAY SILENT, SILENCE MEANS THAT YOU AGREE TO THE INJUSTICES THAT ARE BEING DONE ONTO INNOCENT PEOPLE. Read SILENT NO MORE by Paul Findley who was a member of congress for 22 years; Findley explains why these things are happening to Muslim people and how to stop it.

Sign the petition here: http://www.petitiononline.com/mod_perl/signed.cgi?GVFJAHR&1
Contact: FreeZiyadYaghi@Yahoo.com
Please read the following carefully.

NOTE: TO OBTAIN THE PO BOX ADDRESS, PLEASE SEND AN E-MAIL TO FreeZiyadYaghi@Yahoo.com
STAMPS MUST BE USA STAMPS

A few of us, including myself, have been dedicating our time to collecting and writing letters for prisoners to mail to them for those of you who would like to remain anonymous or cannot mail it out on your own. We do this at our own cost in exchange for your words of inspiration and hope for numerous prisoners who have been stripped of their basic human rights and needs. In order to help with fundings for stamps and envelopes and materials, we have decided to initiate an Ink & Stamps for Prisoner Drive. This is your chance to help out prisoners from ALL different faiths, backgrounds and locations to show them that you truly care. Many of them do not have families and receive maybe one letter every 3 months; some do not receive any at all.

In order to be able to send mass letters out per day or week, we need your help on collecting stamps & ink. What you can do is purchase one sheet of standard stamps [44 cents] or less or many or however much you can and donate them toward the cause of prisoners. In addition, if you would
like to send checks [or cash--don't know how safe that is] instead of stamps & ink, you are welcome to do the same as well. All donations and stamps will be used 100% toward the cause for the plight of prisoners.

We have reserved a PO Box for those of you who want to participate in this. Please realize that the address will only be given to those who are seriously intending to contribute in any way you can. To minimize abuse of the PO Box and for security reasons, you will only be given the address once you have secured a message agreeing to send stamps/donations/letters.

You can also use the PO Box to send letters to prisoners for those of you who want to write it by hand to make it more personal yet want to remain anonymous. Any prisoners who reply through this PO Box for
anyone who writes, we will scan the letter and send it to you. Please include your email address on an index card if you send anything through the PO Box, especially letters so we can send the replies
to you and thank you.

You can send:
1. Standard USA 44 cents stamps
2. Envelopes of any size, color shape [prisoners prefer colored envelopes]
3. Colored/decorative paper or stationery
4. your hand-written letters or typed if you prefer for prisoners
5. empty postcards/cards
6. printer ink [ask for model]


Please reply if you are interested or email at FreeZiyadYaghi@Yahoo.com

PLEASE NOTE THAT THE PO BOX ADDRESS EXPIRES ON JUNE 4TH. WE WILL SET UP A NEW ONE AFTER THAT,

THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO REMEMBER THE PLIGHT OF PRISONERS. REMEMBER, THEY ARE LONELY AND HUMANS, TOO. WOULDN'T YOU WANT TO RECEIVE LETTERS IF YOU WERE LOCKED IN A CELL FOR 23 HOURS
A DAY FOR 17 YEARS TO A LIFE SENTENCE?
Original post by blogger can be found here (clicky me)

New school semester:

At the first week:

At the second week:

Before the mid-term test:

During the mid-term test:

After the mid-term test:

Before the final exam:

Once you know the final exam schedule:

7 days before final exam:

6 days before final exam:

5 days before final exam:

4 days before final exam:

3 days before final exam:

2 days before final exam:

1 day before final exam:

The night before final exam:

1 hour before final exam:

During the final exam:

Once walk out from the exam hall:

After the final exam, during the holiday:
Muslim Brothers:
What is WRONG with you? You sit there and blatantly criticize, condemn, and humiliate me PUBLICLY for writing to male prisoners but what do you expect me to do when you won’t even fulfill your part of the deen? I shouldn’t even have to be doing this when it is your duty. You forget that I am someone’s daughter, someone’s sister and one day, Heaven will be underneath MY feet, not yours, but MINE. And out of all of you, when a brother mocks me, not a SINGLE one of you stand up beside me or defend me because it’s more entertaining for you to let this circus continue at the cost of a female’s emotion. You slander me, the things I do, you create dumb topics on the adaab of giving charity when you could confront me but I am just doing my duty. You show disgust when I pass around a petition, you loathe me spending time giving a damn about any of this but I don’t get it. What do you then want me to do? Become one of you and sip on my rootbeer? I don’t think so.

But I am your Muslim sister. I’m supposed to give you 70 excuses; I’m giving you the benefit of the doubt and making 70 excuses but what happens then when it runs out? I am supposed to love you for the sake of Allah swt but how can I love my Muslim brothers when they turn a blind eye toward oppression and injustice? You say you care but I have yet to see this in action. And someone please explain to me why a nonMuslim sister willingly sacrificed 45 minutes to write to a prisoner she has no clue about when she should have been studying for exams the next day while you brothers were lying in your comfy bed counting sheep. And why is it that I have more nonMuslims showing support when the Ummah is too lazy to get up off their seats?

You disparage my acts and vilify the fact that I write to prisoners. You accuse me of committing fitnah and all but tell me, what exactly am I supposed to do? Why is it that more than 80 percent of those involved in the plight of prisoners are sisters when it should be 90 percent brothers? I don’t understand why you are sleeping through all of this. What exactly would it take for you to wake up and realize that these people are your brothers and sisters in Islam and that you will be held accountable for every deed and action, for every chance you had to put barakah in your life and someone else’s but you decided that someone else would do your bidding. All the while, when I saw injustice like this occurring, I always said “Eh, someone else will do it. I’m just one person.” Well, what do you think the next person said? And the next? If you think I’m using guilt tactics to make you do things, then good on me. It took me that half an ounce of guilt to write my first letter and then I realized, I love doing this for the sake of Allah swt. Maybe someone should take your brother, incarcerate him and induce all sorts of torture on him. Would that then open your eyes toward how serious the situation is?

What else can I do? I’ve created groups for you to anonymously send messages to prisoners, I’ve created a PO Box for you to send in personal letters while remaining anonymous, I’ve even sacrificed my time to find alternatives thinking that one of you will extend your hand out in charity to me for the sake of Allah swt. Yet, you didn’t.

For the past 113 days, I have been writing to prisoners EVERY SINGLE DAY. And that’s not even an exaggeration; I have been counting since my first day. And out of those 113 days, not once did a single brother bother to ask me “Oh sister, how can I help? Here, can you give me an address to write to my Muslim brothers?” No, not once. But I stayed patient and thought “Hmm… one day InshaAllah my brothers in Islam will send a letter.” Why do I have people from France, UK and Malaysia sending me letters to mail to prisoners, people that are complete strangers who live all the way across the sea yet my own brothers in my hometown are clicking their life away on FaceBook? You belittle me, absolutely belittle me for doing these small things because I am a female. When you won’t stand up for me or for those oppressed, I have no other choice.

You do not care for these people but you can spend 30 minutes on FaceBook sending me pathetic messages, flirting with me, trying every little pitiable act in the book to catch my attention when I have a picture of a skanky female on my profile picture because somewhere in your diminutive brains, you think that it’s me. You run after me like dogs running after a cat thinking that you’re somehow going to benefit from it and when I tell you I’m not interested, you go on forums and act like complete jerks toward me. You deserve my blunt and harshness. Yet when I have a picture up of a prisoner, of a Qur’an or even of a stupid motorcycle, you do not even give a second thought as to who I am. I do not care for your praises or your flirty messages. I just want you to care for even a second, maybe even put yourselves in their positions. Instead of wasting those 30 minutes running around in circles, you could have composed a letter.

How sad is it that a Muslim sister has to speak to you in this manner for you to even get out of that notion that this is not your duty? Do you not know what Allah says in the Qur’an? Surah Al Ma’idah, Aayah 9, says “O you who believe! Stand out firmly for God, as witnesses to fair dealing, and let not the hatred of others to you make you swerve to wrong and depart from justice. Be just; that is next to piety; and fear God. For God is well acquainted with all that ye do.” And in a Hadith, Sahih Al Bukhari 3.624, narrated by Anas RA, Allah's Apostle said, "Help your brother, whether he is an oppressor or he is an oppressed one." People asked, "O Allah's Apostle! It is all right to help him if he is oppressed, but how should we help him if he is an oppressor?" The Prophet said, "By preventing him from oppressing others."
I do not hate brothers, I do not hate people. It is the acts that I very much detest.

Muslim Organizations:
You claim that you help these families under stress and oppression but when will we ever see that happen? You have no problem sponsoring some fruitcake to climb a stupid mountain or recruit some idiots to go canoeing but when it comes to spending a buck on the prisoners, you crawl back behind your little pathetic desks.

Muslim Leaders:
You preach that we shouldn’t fear anyone besides Allah yet when you do not stand up for the oppressed, you are going against your own preachings. You are giving the authority and power of Allah to inferior men when you fear them. You say you care and then you say it’s not a matter of the Masjid but it is! You condemn the acts of oppression but you support the oppressors by staying silent. You say you will help these families in any way you can but when? You act all holy and sheikhy but please! I have yet to see you lift a bloody finger toward all this.

If you all think that I am frustrated, you couldn’t be any further from the truth. All these acts of laziness and patheticness from the Ummah, especially the brothers, make me more passionate about this cause. Don’t worry, I know I will be rewarded for all these deeds but I just worry for you. Let’s see what you will say to Allah on the Day of Judgement. I admit that not all brothers are as stupid and ignorant and backward as I have mentioned but the majority of you are. You will be leaders one day, you will be leading your daughters and what are you going to say when a stranger criticizes your beloved daughter for something she is passionate about? I know I am blunt in my words but I do have a heart, otherwise I wouldn’t be doing this at my own cost. I do not care what you think of me. I do not want to be seen as an object. I want you to be able to look past my profile picture and know that I love my brothers for what they do, not because of their physical attributions. I love my Ummah greatly but you have failed me and many others. I know who you are but most importantly, Allah knows who you are. May Allah guide you AND me. Ameen.
I wanted my fellow nonMuslims to know my perspective on the recent world conflicts and about being a Muslim and I couldn't have said it better about how I feel than Brother Ali Shehata did. To read more of this post, go here.

This is just a snippet of how I feel.

“I sincerely want you to know that my religion, Islam, does not encourage violence. In fact, it specifically speaks AGAINST the killing of innocent people. It encourages forgiveness and the peaceful resolution of conflicts, be they interpersonal or international. I hope that you have seen this trend in my character, even though I know I am far from perfect and have much to improve in myself. I don’t have hate in my heart, even for those that have used their power to hurt others around them. I pray for justice for the people of our world, and I pray for peace as well.

I wish you could know how sorry I am that a small group of people have distorted all that is good in my religion by using it as a call for terror and bloodshed. I am sorry that these misguided people have caused harm to my fellow countrymen and women. I feel the same way that many of you might feel when you read about the atrocities committed against the Native Americans or the African Slaves by our ancestors in this country. The fact that Americans did these terrible things doesn’t take away from the good that America stands for. It just means that sometimes people can go very far astray from the principles they seek to represent. Nonetheless, I still feel sorry that these things are being done in the name of Islam and I wish that I could stop them from happening.

I know that no matter what I may say, there will still be those who will not like me because I have chosen, with my intellect and my heart, to follow Islam. This will not stop me though from extending my hand and my heart in friendship to those around me who need care. It will not stop me from trying my best to be a good citizen of America and the world. It will not stop me from working tirelessly to prevent those whom I can reach from turning to extremism. And it will not lead me to hate in return.” -Ali Shehata

MOTHER

1. When you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. You thanked her by crying all night.

2. When you were 2 years old, she taught you to walk. You thanked her by running away when she called.

3. When you were 3 years old, she made all your meals with love. You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

4. When you were 4 years old, she gave you some crayons. You thanked her by colouring the dining room table.

5. When you were 5 years old, she dressed you for the holidays. You thanked her by leaping into the nearest pile of mud.

6. When you were six years old, she walked you into school. You thanked her by screaming, ‘I’M NOT GOING!’

7. When you were 7 years old, she bought you a baseball. You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbour window.

8. When you were 8 years old, she handed you an ice-cream. You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

9. When you were 9 years old, she paid for piano lessons. You thanked her by never even bothering to practise it.

10. When you were 10 years old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another. You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

11. When you were 11 years old, she took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked her by asking to sit in the different row.

12. When you were 12 years old, she warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

13. When you were 13, she suggested a haircut that was becoming. You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

14. When you were 14, she paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

15. When you were 15, she came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

16. When you were 16, she taught you how to drive her car. You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

17. When you were 17, she was expecting an important phone call. You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

18. When you were 18, she cried at your school graduation. You thanked her by staying out partying until dawn.

19. When you were 19, she paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus, and carried your bags. You thanked her by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.

20. When you were 20, she asked whether you were seeing anyone. You thanked her by saying, ‘It’s none of your business.’

21. When you were 21, she suggested certain careers for your future. You thanked her by saying, ‘I don’t want to be like you.’

22. When you were 22, she hugged you at your college graduation. You thanked her by asking when she would be out of the house so you can call your friends over.

23. When you were 23, she gave you furniture for your first apartment. You thanked her by telling your friend it was ugly.

24. When you were 24, she met your fiancĂ© and asked about your plans for the future. You thanked her by staring and growling, ‘Muuhh-ther, please!’

25. When you were 25, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told how deeply she loved you. You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

26. When you were 30, she called with some advice on the baby. You thanked her by telling her, ‘Things are different now.’

27. When you were 40, she called to remind you of a relative’s birthday. You thanked her by saying you were ‘really busy right now.’

28. When you were 50, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her. You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

29. And then, one day, she quietly died. And everything you never did came down like thunder on your heart.

IF SHE’S STILL AROUND, NEVER FORGET TO LOVE HER MORE THAN EVER.
AND IF SHE’S NOT, REMEMBER HER UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.
Glaciers have melted from too many tears
The sea that pretends it calmness
Deceives us when we get near
The pond in the backyard is color clear

The clouds have tossed from time to time
Uncomfortable with what is going on

Afar in the horizon the tears of mothers have gone
Unnoticed…
Blended with the soil to pass through the flowers as dew

The doves that used to gather at the center of town
Deserted us and flew
The eagle that used to soar perpendicularly with the sun rays at noon
Is ashamed to return

The wind that’s been carrying the wailing of the dead souls
Has reached its peak whistling and beating at every door
To awaken the dead conscious of the many

The ghosts, the unseen spirits, the jinn
Are outraged by the injustices of the US

And you Obama have not lifted a hand
From all the injustices that is going on in your land
The people have been oppressed under your rule
Their mother’s hearts have been ripped and undressed
The scene is surreal
Their voices are echoed beyond the hills
Their screams at night have caused the church bills
To quiver
And the lakes, the ponds and the rivers
To shiver

And yet Obama you have not lifted a hand

Does our soul come from a different creator?
A different species when we bleed we don’t feel?
Are our tears made from a different substance?
Or are our tears the same tears as human tears

Obama we have pleaded for you to stop the oppressors
To stop the shredding of mother’s hearts with scissors

Too many games are being played under your rule
Do not turn your head… take the time to listen
To the whispers of the oppressed

Sedentary one’s heart has become
From the burden and blows of life

Life could just be a dream of the dead

Reincarnated faces walk with all their might
Hitler, Stalin coming back to life
In the form of …the FBI
New faces come to replace the old

All……………………………………..
With the same….substance

©Laila Yaghi©