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Sayyed Nasrallah speech against disrespect of Holy Prophet

“Oh Most Honorable People, Most Dignified People, and purest of all, Peace be upon you,” Hizbullah Secretary General His Eminence Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah said greeting the hundreds of thousands of protesters on Monday. 

Sayyed Nasrallah did not appear via video-link today, on the 17th of September 2012 to deliver his speech. Instead, the Resistance leader arrived into the ceremony square to deliver a live speech, reiterating the condemnation of the sacrilege anti-Islam film insulting Prophet Mohammad (peace be upon him and his chaste progeny). 
Sayyed Nasrallah thanked people, Muslims and Christians, politicians and religious figures, who have attended the rallies in support of a just cause, that of defending the person of Prophet Mohammad (pbuh). Expressing gratitude he said “Peace be on our Prophet Mohammad and his companions and all the prophets and messengers…I thank you for heeding the call of the prophet. I thank all of you, especially the Sunni, Shia and Christian clerics, and the national parties – particularly our brothers in the Amal movement – who responded to our call for protests.” 
Also, Sayyed Nasrallah, assuring the rejection to this insult stated “Some until now are not aware of the degree of insult that targeted the Prophet through some of these scenes [of the 12 minute movie trailer] and stabbed the prophet’s faith, the Quran and his wives.”
“We are here to declare our rejection [of the anti-Islam sacrilegious film], also to completely close the door before any future attempt to repeat such an insult,” Hizbullah leader clearly declared. 

Moreover, Sayyed Nasrallah further added that boycotting the websites that insist on broadcasting the trailer of the film is a must, emphasizing “We should prevent the airing of the complete film by the Americans.” 
He urged the people to “establish planning groups and teams to work and achieve these three objectives,” iterating “The whole world should know that this prophet has followers regardless of how great the sacrifices might be.”
According to Sayyed Nasrallah, America, which objects and deceives under the slogan of freedom, needs to understand that the broadcast of the complete film will yield very dangerous repercussions.
In addition, he recapped that the “All governments and people are required to put their utmost effort and exercise pressure on the international community to issue an international resolution and pass laws that criminalize such acts of insulting Monotheistic religions, also prophets Ibrahim, Moussa (Moses), Issa (jesus), and Mohammad (peace be upon them). 
Furthermore, the Resistance leader encouraged practical steps in defense of Prophet Mohammad, and assured that any delay in this task is considered as negligence in defending Prophet Mohammad, which also keeps the door open to new insults which are of unknown destination. 
Promising that Muslims will unite to serve common objectives, Sayyed Nasrallah guaranteed “Our movement needs to reach all the Ummah in defense of the Prophet.” 
His Eminence noted “We need to underscore the great awareness among Muslims and Christians and highlight the importance of coexistence.” 
“Let no one be deceived that this battle can be ignored. The Muslim world’s failure to come up with international laws that incriminate abuse against Islam will be tantamount to an offense against the Prophet Mohammad,” Sayyed Nasrallah stated.

 

He ended his speech by paying a pledge along with the hundreds of thousands of protesters “We are under your Command our Prophet Mohammad. We, our families and children are under your command. We will defend you with our blood, souls, lives, wealth…Allah is a witness to what we say, the blood of our martyrs, the wounds of our wounded, our demolished homes all witness, we will sacrifice everything for your sake our Prophet.”

 

“Prophet Mohammad, we are under Your command!”
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Muslim by Nouri Sardar

I’m Muslim and no-one can deny for me that title
Nor can it all the worship I carry out belittle
This, to those who tell me what I believe, my rebuttal
And of an oath toward my beliefs, but a renewal

* * *

I believe in the Lord and to him is no division
Nor can he be multiplied or attributes be given
He who cannot be described by the words of a poem
Neither will do justice to Him a heart in submission

* * *

And in the seal of the Prophets my soul testified
His words embedded as gold within my own heart abide
To each tongue that stands and tells me this saint you have denied
Live in your arrogance whilst I take this saint as my pride

From a heart strung in purity I’ve built all my moral
Mohammed and this heart I remember with each quarrel
Toward morals that want to learn he’s the holy grail
The key to success behind every successful tale

* * *

The crown on my head is the peak of very eloquence
The letters of his name, Ali, welded very patience
For years men study him and yet shrouded is his essence
Whilst we live his lovers and are orphans in his absence

He who taught me ‘speech’ is silver but golden is ‘silent’
And with this speech is shaped to be wise and self-dependant
I learned to drag tragedy in chains by being patient
Whilst men sleep forgotten by time, Ali stands defiant

* * *

The pearl of my heart is the mistress of every woman
A school of lessons and morals toward those who listen
She who taught that a woman’s voice, though it remains hidden
Can level mountains and kingdoms when it fights oppression

She taught me though a woman should be treated like a rose
Beneath its petals lies her valour that streams in her woes
A woman’s voice is embedded in all even her foes
Like a woman’s name from her husband’s heart never goes

* * *

Full of beauty the Master of the youth of Paradise
Even Muhammad’s heart this Hassan’s beauty would entice
Beauty in his hunger, when morsels of food would suffice
So that the poor would be given all that he’d sacrifice

From him I learnt to even at the face of despair smile
To comfort your enemy when he throws on you a trial
To let a clean and loving heart meet with one that is vile
And to forgive one its sins when it walks down death’s aisle

* * *

With the Master of martyrs my very heart-beat aligned
And every path possible to me, toward him I signed
A heart that is not understood by the greatest of minds
An undying flame that can’t be explained nor be defined

He who with his blood upon dust taught every uprising
The voice of the oppressed does not die with the sun rising
Neither does truth falter when for its soul you are fighting
Fighting with your words or with the pen with which you’re writing

* * *

Ali Sajjad the spiritual upliftment of my prayer
Moulded my mind’s perception of my Lord, made it aware
He who shivered before prostration, before he would share
The deepest fears of his heart’s beyond with his Creator

From this surviving son, the prince of all those who prostrate
I learnt that prayer is the factor to every final fate
Words that shape our moral let alone open Heaven’s gate
Prayers that in beings both humility and love create

* * *

Take my hand and let me show you the splitter of knowledge
The fifth of a line of princes, yet where is his coverage?
Ignored is Baqir whilst to unaware he’s leverage
Toward your wounds of ignorance O’ Shia a bandage

From him I learnt knowledge in each soul is a prime factor
It differs between the prestigious and other numbers
Whilst our people are divided into camps and sectors
To each secluded camp I say Baqir is my scholar

* * *

To the truthful the Lord guided this once ungrateful fool
So I kiss the tears of the hand that built that very school
Imam Sadiq, the truthful, each word he spoke was a tool
To craft a university, with God’s word as its rule

I was blessed to study in this school, a minor student
To be called a Shia make’s life worth each precious moment
And what a school, that crowns kings those who are obedient
He who serves this Household unlike any other servant

* * *

And then my eye turns to the companion of a jail
Who held onto hope even when it held to no avail
Even when patience was not a word and weaved in brail
Kathom rewrote the word patience in intimate detail

And from him I learnt that when despite being imprisoned
The ability to worship, one is still conditioned
And when life as a jail the believer has envisioned
His heart and his soul daily for worship has petitioned

* * *

I walk across deserts to find the strangest of strangers
Devoid of his family and living amongst dangers
A stranger in a strange land our Imam Ridha wanders
Whilst taunts this king, silent whispers of a thousand murders

Yet from the syllables of his name I learnt to be pleased
Even when every blessing toward me my Lord has ceased
Even when for whatever reasons I am mocked and teased
Even when between my hands my own heart sits torn and deceased

* * *

From the youth that is Jawad the overly generous
He who taught to give away what to you is most precious
Despite that against him were crimes oppressive, atrocious
He smiled in the face of tragedy, thankful and gracious

As I stand on the final edge of the age of my youth
He taught me each day I age must bring me closer to truth
Whether it’s the adam of my apple or the wisdom in my tooth
I’ve no excuse to not know God with every inch of growth

* * *

I paint to you the defining moment of oppression
When Hadi’s shrine around him in twisted wreck is ridden
They proved their aim is not to guard their view of religion
But to burn love and memory of Fatima’s children

But it does not matter, as his name means the one who guides
And his lovers still flock to him like the sea’s very tides
It’s beyond the title Shia, it’s beyond taking sides
It’s the never extinguishing love that in us abides

* * *

And that is why our beloved Imam Askeri they killed
Because it burns them that within his Shia he’s instilled
To the extent that we would obey whatever he’d willed
It eats them that with his murder, with grief the hearts are filled

It eats them that our children, the hearts of our eyes we name
If it’s a girl Fatima, a boy Hassan or Hussain
That we let the love of Ali flow through their very veins
That we teach them Zainab’s patience, before they know the sky rains

* * *

Our prayer since Zainab with Hussain’s severed head confided
Since Abbas to not quench his thirst before Hussain decided
Since a three-pronged arrow in the baby’s neck abided
O’ Lord return to us Mehdi the guided

He who’d instil in this world justice and prosperity
And remove all memory of any calamity
Heed cries of the oppressed when their cries were once profanity
Give the mind intellect when it knew but insanity

And when from the smoke of death and cries you see him rising
Know that justice embodied has begun his uprising
His mission, from morality he’d be exercising
Of stability to an unstable world comprising

* * *

This is the Household that from strings of Heaven have been thread
When the first is Muhammad and the last is Muhammad
Hearts captured by their trance as their teachings continue to spread
As this Household of gold over the world becomes widespread

I’m Shi3i, and no-one can tell me what I should have believed
Because they don’t know about the names that in my heart are weaved
How can it be that by love of this house one is deceived?
When my heart beats their obedience with every breathe I’ve breathed

* * *

Karbala/London – 19/02/11

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