Assalamualaikum wr wbt,
Just want to share a beautiful poem by the ex-Rector of UIA, Prof. Kamal Hassan. This poem was dedicated to Sir Iqbal, the late Pakistan's poet. This poem will deeply touch those of you who have been to Andalusia... .and perhaps, will make us think...I first read this poem in 2003 when I joined UIA...
ps : I can imagine standing on the hills myself and reading the poem...
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The spring of 2002 beckoned my soul and body:
to witness the Muslim remains of Alhambra,
Cordoba and Sevilla,
To retrace your noble steps and feel the
vibrations of your ecstasy,
to feast my aging vision on the haunting
grandeur of Alhambra and
relish the matchless beauty of
the Moorish art…
I glided through the cold ruins, searching for
the secrets of the humiliating
downfall of …
The flowing fountains of Jannatul-Arif
( ) continue to narrate the
melancholy of Muslim follies…
How they succumbed to the same diseases
which brought down the mighty
They wrote all over Al-Andalus La Ghaliba
Illa’LLah (There is no vanquisher except
But they began to worship the
mata’ad-dunya (pleasures of the world),
and traded their souls for gold, glory, women
only to end like stray donkeys, kicked around by
the boots of Ferdinand and Isabella.
Today, pigeons nestle and make love in the ruins,
and their droppings strewn all over the walls,
Western tourists pour out of buses and planes,
frolicking in romance, obliterating all pain,
while Muslim architectural glory continues to boost
the coffers of Catholic Spain.
I stood, O Iqbal,
On the hill of Alhambra, “ a stranger, gazing at
things gone by, dreams of another age.”
Don’t turn in grave if I tell you
that the is the champion
today in corruption and illiteracy.
Or, that our rulers are among the smartest in deceiving
Having mastered the art form of Machiavelli’s Prince.
Or, that some of our elites
are the greatest drinkers of the wine,
Intoxicated, they try to sell cheap
version of their stores,
Beguiling the local youth as they deconstruct
the blessed Zam-Zam to make it taste like beer and wine,
And succeeding in making the young worship celebrities
Or that the Muslim Malay community
excels in fitnah memfitnah,
pouring the poison of hatred
where love once stood.
Where is the mahabbah, the rahmah
that forges the bonds of love and salam?
Where is the hidayah that destroy insincerity,
hypocrisy and greed?
Where is the taqwa that
imbues thought and action with righteousness?
Can the Khayru Ummatin ever emerge
from robots, rubbles and bubbles?
by Prof. Muhammad Kamal Hassan (ex-Rector IIUM)