From Guantanamo

Is it true that the grass grows up again after the rain?Is it true that the flowers will rise up in the spring?Is it true that birds will migrate home again?Is it true that the salmon swim back up their stream?It is true. This is true. These are all miracles.But is it true that one day we'll leave Guantánamo Bay?Is it true that one day we'll go back to our homes?I sail in my dreams, I am dreaming of homes.To be with my children, each one part of me;To be with my wife and the ones that I love;To be with my parents, my world's tenderest hearts.I dream to be home, to be free from this cage.But do you hear me, oh Judge, do you hear me at all?We are innocent, here, we've committed no crime.Set me free, set us free, if anywhere stillJustice and compassion remain in this world! Z
Written by: Osama Abu Kabir, Jordanian who joined Tabligh Jamaat and went to Afghanistan, where he was captured and handed over to the US military. He is still in Guantanamo.

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