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March 2, 2026By
Mohd Azmi Abdul Hamid
President MAPIM
11th Ramadhan 1447
2nd Mac 2026
POEM 1
His frail frame trembled,
yet the mountains around him moved.
They saw an old man,
but history saw a will that refused surrender.
Years carved lines upon his face,
but not upon his conviction.
Empires measured power in weapons,
he measured it in faith.
They called him weak,
yet they feared his voice.
They called him finished,
yet they struck with the force of armies to silence him.
Because sometimes
a body grows fragile,
but belief grows unbreakable.
He stood when others negotiated fear.
He spoke when silence was safer.
He endured when comfort invited retreat.
And when the final moment came,
it was not defeat that embraced him.
It was شهادة.
His blood did not extinguish resistance,
it ignited memory.
His absence did not weaken the Ummah,
it reminded the Ummah who it once was.
O martyr of steadfastness,
your body may have fallen,
but the illusion of the giant
fell with you.
And somewhere in the trembling hearts
of a wounded world,
the spirit you carried
rises again.
POEM 2
Look at him…
An old man…
A trembling body…
A voice weathered by time…
And yet…
Why did empires fear him?
Why did armies rise against him?
Why did missiles search for his shadow?
Because strength…
is not always in muscle.
Power…
is not always in weapons.
Sometimes…
strength lives in conviction.
Sometimes…
power lives in faith.
His body weakened…
but his will did not bend.
Years passed over him…
but surrender never entered his heart.
They thought age would silence him.
They thought pressure would break him.
They thought isolation would defeat him.
But he stood.
He stood…
when standing was dangerous.
He spoke…
when speaking carried a price.
He endured…
when endurance meant sacrifice.
And when the final moment arrived…
It was not fear that met him.
It was destiny.
It was syahid.
Pause…
Do you understand?
A frail body…
shook the confidence of a giant.
Not because of weapons…
but because of belief.
Not because of armies…
but because of courage.
They believed they ended a man.
But they awakened a memory.
They believed they silenced a voice.
But they ignited a generation.
O martyr of resistance…
your body has returned to dust…
but your message…
walks among us.
And today…
if the Ummah feels weak…
if the Ummah feels wounded…
if the Ummah feels divided…
Remember this:
Even a trembling body
can shake the arrogance of empires.
Even one believer
can awaken millions.
Pause…
The giant was never as strong as it appeared.
The believer was never as weak as they imagined.
And somewhere…
beyond fear…
beyond grief…
beyond loss…
The spirit of resistance
rises again.
