By Jimmy Bangash
For honour for glory!
Amidst Scottish highlands
Kilts and the thistle
Adorn this brave band
For honour for glory!
We strap on our swords
Our archers are ready
Our steeds battle worn
For Kingdom and Country
We give forth our sons
Their spears are levelled
Their futures undone
Our battle horn sounds
The steeds gallop forth
Arrows fly passed us
And sing to the north
Spears pierce throats
Blood curdling screams
Seconds turn durée
For hours it seems
For honour for glory
They slay and they kill
Our sons were our champions
But now they lay still.
Winds pick up our banner
And carry it high
Eastwards it blows
Crescent moon in the sky
Travel across lands
Across seas and high hills
A change of perspective
Indulge if you will
Sand dunes and camels
Shalwar and Kameez
This wind blows much warmer
Religion of peace
For honour, no glory
For honour, no shame
Cleansed of her misdeeds
We maintain our name
Deep in this night
In a house to the north
A father and mother
And brother set forth
Ascending the stairs
Silent and nimble
This trinity take stock
And weapons assemble
For honour, no glory
To honour our name!
Her cries will be muffled
Our sister is slain
They enter her room
As she lays in her slumber
The brother leaps forth
To her movements encumber
Hands round her throat
Restricting her air
She moves now to scream
But her saviours are here?
Hijab in her mouth
To muffle her cries
Mum recites prayers
Bereft as she dies
Dad’s knee on her back
Chest pressed to the ground
Her lungs are erupting
Qur’an the last sound
For honour! For honour!
For honour! No shame!
To please our community
Our daughter we’ve slain.
Jimmy Bangash is a gay, British, Ex-Muslim Pakistani. He grew up in a traditional Pashtun family in London where he stood in ardent opposition to the patriarchy and misogyny in his community. His poems and prose focus on Islamic patriarchy and the experience of gays of Muslim heritage. He is a co-founder and integrative coach at integratedwellness.co.uk.
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