The Al Aqsa attack

A Story by md imran ali

I saw the storm clouds gathering. I witnessed the sun slowly hiding itself amidst the dark,malevolent clouds. The nature made me think of an unprecedented calamity to occur.

Walking along the dusty road in East Jerusalem, I saw our wonderful mosque.

"It is getting cloudy", said brother Ismail.
"It is gonna rain a lot", I replied.

We were going for our friday prayers at the sacred Al Aqsa Mosque in East Jerusalem. The Israeli forces often sealed the gates of our sacred mosque and prevented us from praying. But due to various appeals made by us, the gates were finally reopened.

We entered the mosque compound. " Ah, how beautiful our mosque is brother ", I exclaimed with joy. " Yeah brother. Lets have our wudu" , replied brother Ismail. After our wudu we were going to offer our prayers. Suddenly 50 policemen entered the mosque. They attacked us, threw tear gas and stun grenades. They arrested 20
of our muslim brothers and injured many.

"Why are you attacking us?" shouted Akram.
"What do you want? Why are you arresting us?" protested Ismail.
"Shut up you dumbass. Finally we have got our hands on you people. We are not going to spare you idiots. There is a terroist out 'ere. We have orders."

Saying this General Matthew kicked my brother. The silver domed mosque known as al Haram al Sharif or the Noble Sanctuary, by us was completely surrounded by the Israeli army.

"What shall we do now?" I asked myself. Erratic thoughts began to be instilled into my mind. I was undone by the might of the jews several times. Muslims had to face severe consequences if they questioned army officials in this country.

The rain started falling immensely and so began the immese torment on the Muslims. The Israeli militants were kicking, punching and slapping us. All of us were infuriated by this act brutality.

The mosque was guarded for 4 hours. We had no prayers. We were suffering immensely.

Frustrated by this, I got up and gathered a small crowd near the corner of the mosque.

"Listen up my brothers. Today is the day when these militants have disgraced our faith by invading our mosque on such an important day. Tomorrow these tyrants may even stop us from entering our mosque. Why shall we bear the torment of these servants of the corrupt government? Why shall we always be criticized everytime? This land is ours and we have to protect it. Let us fight in the name of Allah."

I insfused this fire into my men and we attacked the army. A brutal fight started. The 2000 Muslims, unarmed fought the mighty Jews. An supernatural power entered into the blood in our veins. We did not care whether we were outnumbered, coz we knew the Almighty was always on our side.

After a long time the fight ended. The Habas Group arrived to save us. Many were wounded, many dead. The response given by the government to why such a thing happened was that the army had 'sensed' some unusual activities occuring in the mosque.

I saw that my wound was deep. I almost believed that I was going to die. I remembered the sweet odour of the petunia flowers that my granny had planted in her garden. The smell of victory was far superior to that.

While getting into the ambulance I thanked Almighty Allah. I looked at the sky, the dark clouds were slowly moving apart. The light of hope was seen again.