Playful People

It makes my blood boil watching my Iraqi brothers and sisters sticking their fingers in little pots of indelible ink and then voting either “YES” or “NO” (that’s the only two options) for the new (enslave Iraq) constitution. It’s just so embarrassing! They’re being treated like naughty little kids who are now being given a book of Do’s and Don’ts and then told to sign it to make them feel involved. It's so insulting!

That’s what my mum used to do. She’d get us all involved in making a “family decision” so that we’d all feel part of the decision but really she had already decided what was going to happen all along. The only difference is that we were like 10 years old!

I guess these Iraqi people don’t really have a choice in anything much these days. Grr… it makes me angry. Does anyone remember the Transformers? There was a kid called Daniel who is given this EXO-SUIT by one of the Autobots. It basically gives Daniel the ability to transform into a car and also has big powerful guns on his arms. That was sooo cool! I was a bit of a boy when I little, ok? Hey, I’ve dealt with it now so :P …no more wishing I was a man – I have overcome all of those issues… ahem, moving swiftly on.

Well, I imagined myself with an EXO-SUIT yesterday but MY one is much more powerful and has ultra-super defences and everything else. Plus it has pictures of all my favourite things on the outside (to give it my personal touch). Oh, yeah and it wears Hijab… HeeHee

Anyway, at the time I was imagining this I was waiting on the platform for a train. It was early morning and the platform was completely empty so I felt fine running around doing all these fantastic moves and imagining that I was finally setting things right in the world with my EXO-SUIT. I had to make all these explosion noises with my mouth to make it more real and then I turned around to see a sweet old man staring at me. He looked oh so confused and genuinely worried about me rather than himself. He just continued staring with his mouth open and head tilted to one side.

So I gave him one of my heart-melting smiles (they’re special ones that I reserve for special occasions) and then quickly sat down on the bench. Well, now I can’t do anything practical for the Muslims sitting on a bench, waiting for a train, so instead I made a little prayer. I prayed that the Iraqi people will very soon inshallah have their own constitution. I prayed that it would be put together by the Iraqi people. I prayed that it would be taken solely from the Quran and Sunnah and so naturally it would be full of justice (the kind of justice that even the sincerest non-Muslims simply can’t comprehend because it can only be appreciated when it is implemented in its entirety. I prayed that this constitution would be a beacon of light for all the oppressed people in the world. I prayed that this constitution would be an example for all the Muslim Governments in the world. I prayed that this constitution would be built upon mercy and compassion instead of brutality and corruption and so it would spread across the world by the will of the people just like the constitution my beloved Prophet "PBUH" wrote spread around the world.

*BIG SIGH*

And lastly I prayed that Allah gives me the chance to one day be a part of all this so that through this constitution I can touch the lives of, quite literally, billions of people. Ameen. Ameen. Ameen.