I write about silly things. It is easier. It is less painful. It is because I am a middle class man with a huge dose of luck and the duas of good people. I could and have done a lot of things, but I choose on the whole to write about silly things.
I could have sharpened up my ideas, my vocabulary and references and become a serious academic. I could have researched and dugg and investigated and queried, and become a full journalist. I could have delved deep into my soul and become a poet or a prose writer whose imagination touched on the eternal human condition. But I have done none of these, and in my present condition am unlikely to.
There are some subjects though, that I have always been typing away at, not because of qadr, destiny, karma or habit, but because people I know have always told me about them. I remember typing up my fathers notes on his visit to the Holy Land, serialised in a magazine as “Subjugation Witnessed”. Here he described a gun being pointed at a child my age. I was so happy being on the computer that the meaning of these words did not register. Years later, when I saw a picture of a similair scene, my reaction was one of grim familiarity.
My first ever journalistic piece for Q-News was covering a conference on the Holy Land. It was here I heard the phrase “Right of Return”. I noticed that in each issue of a British Muslim magazine there was an article or feature about the Holy Land- it wasn’t about the Khilafah or supporting whichever person was in power, it was about the Holy in Holy Land. I remember a few months later looking at a different cover photo and being horrified at the image of bloodstains trickling down rubble.
This week, British campaigners took out full page adverts in the broadsheet newspapers highlighting what was really happening in the Holy Land. And today, people around the world told their own stories relating to the Holy Land. I was going to write about the Holy Land being like the baby in story of King Solomon, where two women both lay claim to it and Solomon proposes the baby be cut in two. I was going to write about the story of David and Goliath. But it is late. Tomorrow I will continue to write about silly things, but today, I wanted to write a little about writing about the Holy Land.








