Little girl covered in dust
pulled from the rubble,
as limp and lifeless
as the doll you played with yesterday,
now mangled and bleeding,
you do not know who killed you
or why you were killed.

And even though I know
that you died shahid
and that your spirit
is in the Garden,
where one day you will be reunited
with the ones you loved,
with the ones who loved you,
dwelling there in peace for ever,
in the mean time I pray:

may Allah curse the ones
who helped to kill you
– the ones
who financed the bomb,
who made the bomb,
who transported the bomb,
who loaded the bomb,
who fired the bomb,
that killed you
and especially the cowards
who say that they were only
making war on terrorism.

– and may Allah give victory to the muminun.