Weep not, my dear.
Though my body is caged in by these bars
Shed not a single tear.
Though my body is miles away from home
And this island bordered by a cascading dome
Shed not a single tear.
Fret not that I can’t talk to you
And listen to your heart beat,
Or place my head in your lap
As the prophet did to sweet ‘Aisha.
I once longed to come close again
And wipe the hairs from your head
Stroke the heads of our children
And embrace you as if we’ve just wed.
I have found a greater joy
In this prison they call Guantanamo Bay.
I have connected to you
In a way no man can understand.
I am embracing you when you bow in salah.
When your sweet fingers count “SubhanAllah”
I feel the warmth of your presence when you cry to your Lord
In the depths of the late hours of night.
In the Tahajjud prayers I feel closest to you
I can almost feel your skin.
For when you remember your Lord so intensely
My spirit unites with yours-its twin.
Through dhikr I connect with you
And the more that you remember Him,
The more I feel your presence
And enjoy bliss through this union.
They say the union of bodies
is the greatest joy…
But my dear I beg to differ.
The union of spirits
surpasses it all.
Because I sit, imprisoned, but in heaven.
