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WHY NAME THEM?
O the tragedy of my life!
I would rather be calm and silent
Than disclose the names
Of my loved ones, my kith and kin
And my several so-called friends
But a vent to my feelings I must give
As it helps me understand
Evil ones in a wiser way.
There is a maxim I learned at school:
That money makes the mare go
And that it is the 'god' of many humans.
Let me prove the truth of this adage
With all that happened to me
The treachery which almost wrecked me
Like it did to many before me...
I was 'loved' for my professional status
my social standing and my earnings
And also for the beautiful things I possesed:
While inwardly
All of those mentioned above
Were waiting for my death knell.
They left nothing undone
Even invoking the devil and his creed
In getting me out of the way
As soon as they could.
With smiles on their masked faces
And hatred in their hearts
They robbed me of my peace of mind
And made every day a hell
For my well being.
They have stabbed me in ways
That would have made Lady Macbeth* shudder
At the greater horror of it all.
Starting with my ex-wife
One by one they all tried
To end my sojourn in this world.
To top it up some of these evil ones
Even wanted to kill
My loving pet dog
As he was trying to guard me
In my hours of nightly slumber.
But God Almighty protected me
Not once but always.
Yet, they all succeeded
In thrusting their spears, swords and daggers
Deep into me and my being.
And I was wounded for seven years
And became a vegetable like form
Rotting, dying a slow and painful death.
But again my Allah sent help
And my best of all human friends
Lovingly called Shazi by those who know him
Came and after carefully analysing
The gravity of my worsening condition
And the plight of my sons and daughter
Did his best
And by dint of his efforts
And the prayers of a saintly man
Loved both by God and men
I literally got a second lease of life.
While they who had did all they could
To destroy me totally
Were astonished, amazed and aghast
At how I had sprung back to life
And living with a new burst of zeal.
My Allah be praised for saving me
And foiling the plot of my hidden foes.
Yet, even though I forgave them,
They harboured the old hate and grudge
As their deeds slowly revealed to me
Time and again
As three more years passed.
Now I know them and being aware
Of how much show of affection
They display whenever they can
The wise man in me reveals all:
And even now in 2010
I can see how happy they are
As they think they can still fool me
In their cunning and coinniving ways
And all this is for what?
Just the money I make and save?
I can see their villanish laughter
As they relent not and keep advancing
At me with greater venom
To cut my jugular vein
Or drive a hole in my wounded heart
For yet one more time.
But I won't name them
As I was not and even now
Can never be like any of them.
I rest my case with God
My best Protecting Friend -- Allah
As He happens to be
The greatest all-knowing Judge
And the best recompensing Lord.
So let me not name my 'murderers'
They shall reap what they have sown
And even though I may forgive them
Time and time again
Not for a moment shall I forget
All that they did to me.
Hey, I cannot be what I cannot be:
A vindictive impostor.
And so shall I never stoop
To be a sinner like they are.
I am a believer in good and goodness
Imbibed in my conscience
Via men like Christ and Muhammad
So while they can play the Satanic role
God won't let them achieve their 'goal'.
