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22-06-06, 20:51
We are Uighurs

by:Hajinur Setiwaldi

We are none but Uighurs.
We are proud of our past, and willing a change in the present.
We are people but forgotton, tortured, and jailed.
We are those who fight in the will of freedom.
We are men and women willing to shed blood for future.
We are infants murdered inside our mothers, crying for life.
We are children eager to break the wire around our native tongue.
We are none but Uighurs, pleading, hoping, and praying for freedom.

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23-06-06, 21:20
Controlling birth won’t end us

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


You have tried to stop us from coming to this world,
You have killed millions of our sisters and brothers.
What right have you when it is god who takes life and not you.
It is not you but God who uphold.

The wailing of young mothers proves your wrongs.
toss that infant in that hard can to decay,
And one day you will be facing that child that the life you took belongs.
And he won’t forgive, no matter what you say.

What good does it bring you?
Hearing the heartbreaking screams of those mothers.
Your evils you have overdone, is that not true.
If you see it hard to take one’s life you are sure to take another’s.

When those wailing mothers cry with begs to make you stop,
You then take action to stop even their lives.
You are hated everywhere though you force ones not to show it.
You can take your actions but not when the day arrives.

You do all you can to stop innocent lives,
But there are those who fight your action.
They fight in the name of God,
While you have Satan of your side.

One day this will all end,
You will no longer be there to put innocent lives to a stop.
You may conquer us once or twice, but we have God to depend.
Never shall you conquer forever, for one who believes will not allow that action.

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24-06-06, 21:22
Five hands on the bloody necks of humanity
by: Hajinur Uyghur Setwaldi

We are ignorant, innocent infants.
More eager to see the other end of the world.
Because of humanity we have never made it.
Five hands shall grasp the bloody necks of all humanity.
The first for the wrongs of our fathers.
What did they do to save the lives of their sons and daughters?
They stood stiff and scared not tacking a step to save us.
A second hand shall rest on the neck of our enemy.
What rights have they to kill from the belly of a mother, to kill us?
Are evil, wealth, and processions on earth all they see?
Another hand, the third shall lay on the groups of traitors.
Though it was known we were being murdered, they merely ignored us.
You, foreign helpers, and leaders you call yourselves, but where were you when needed.
Turned your backs and closed your eyes to the death that we were overcome by.
Money, something you can’t take afterlife, you choose that evil instead of our lives.
A forth hand shall choke all human rights associations.
No actions were shown, a bit of tears, and words, so small it did not save our lives.
You did not stand to shed blood for the life of millions of infants.
No, that is why you shall be choked after life by hands as little as ours.
The hand, fifth, shall lie on all humanity, all for turning backs to the truth.
For ignoring sad deaths of infants, innocent children, you prevented us.
Hands will be on each and every neck, on all of your necks, and then it will be too late.
The lack of courage to save lost us our lives.
OH what light we could have seen, oh what good we could have brought to you.
Future of the world we could have been, if our lives had not been stolen from us.

kitapxan
25-06-06, 00:01
Yazmingizni yaqturup oquvatimen. Milliy teqidirimiz ustide chongqur oylunivatqan, etrapliq mulahize yurguzivtaqan ve dushmenlirimizge ghezep-nepriti ich-ichidin etilip chiqivatqan bir uyghur perzenti ikenligingizni texmin qilip apirin oquvatimen!

Unregistered
25-06-06, 01:01
Bu wijdanliq yazghuchige teshekkur!

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25-06-06, 17:34
The Life Given For Freedom

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

To hold this right in our two hands,
That is all our hearts desires,
To stand in the place where all stands,
Our goal is to put our out heart’s fires.

That, for that we give life,
We die proudly trying for that freedom,
For freedom we allow hearts to be stroke by a knife,
We stand by at all times to once more be a free being.

Fighting, bleeding, dying, we have done all,
Just one thing is meant so much to us all,
Freedom, for it have given life, to be free,
To be who we were, to that we want to agree.

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26-06-06, 21:00
Tears we have shed

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Tears we have shed,
Bleeding we have done,
Fights we have named,
To bring forth the freedom that has gone.

Mothers everyday crying,
To hold their infants once in hand,
Children wailing as if they were dying,
To stand once more by their mothers, to stand.

Elders, younger, beings of all,
Shedding the blood of true ethnic,
Bleeding to stop harm in the near future,
Dying to keep their faith, the only thing to prevent a fall.

Indeed, battles have been fought,
To once more taste the freedom that has been sought,
Men, women, children, all has fought through all,
Rifles once have been used, knowledge leading it’s call.

We have done, and will continue to do what we can,
To find true name for blood down our veins that once ran,
With two hands, our heart, and mind we shall fight,
To once more be free, we shall fight with all might.

Unregistered
27-06-06, 19:38
Climbing Stairs

Freedom, I been climbing stairs,
Thinking I be soon reaching you,
I’ve only stopped to think if the old wood cares,
To be dyed bright with my blue blood, blue.

I’ve climbed high and low,
Not once looking below,
Just stopped once or twice to catch breath,
To prevent me from going to death.

Sometimes I was near to give up,
I thought I would never reach you,
But I knew I had to, I couldn’t give up,
Maybe I couldn’t, but I was sure to make it true.

Blood, what you call it,
It dripped from my worn heals,
But me, I didn’t stop to sit,
Didn’t stop to eat me my meals.

I went numb, and cold,
I went hungry and old,
But still I been brave and bold,
I’m meeting you like I been told.

Sometimes that old eye of mine closes,
But I’m still on my feet climbing,
Sometimes I look down to see about my toes,
That foot of mine runs like it was on timing.

Once, only once I stopped to think if you was true,
Me, dumb like that, I start climbing again.
If you weren’t true, well I’d say the sky wouldn’t be blue,
So me, I went on climbing ignoring that pain.

I see light, yes it be light alright,
I be climbing faster than ever,
To see if you freedom I been waiting forever,
Then that light be so bright, so bright.

There I think you be it,
I see a big blue shining and all,
Then there be a golden chair to sit,
And I be meeting you after all.

That light brought from heaven,
Those feet freezing now warm,
A bright blue raven,
That flies me out of harm.

Now me, me the climber, me,
Well, today I be free.
Today my climbing days are ended,
Today I be where the road isn’t bended.

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27-06-06, 19:41
Climbing Stairs

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setwaldi

Freedom, I been climbing stairs,
Thinking I be soon reaching you,
I’ve only stopped to think if the old wood cares,
To be dyed bright with my blue blood, blue.

I’ve climbed high and low,
Not once looking below,
Just stopped once or twice to catch breath,
To prevent me from going to death.

Sometimes I was near to give up,
I thought I would never reach you,
But I knew I had to, I couldn’t give up,
Maybe I couldn’t, but I was sure to make it true.

Blood, what you call it,
It dripped from my worn heals,
But me, I didn’t stop to sit,
Didn’t stop to eat me my meals.

I went numb, and cold,
I went hungry and old,
But still I been brave and bold,
I’m meeting you like I been told.

Sometimes that old eye of mine closes,
But I’m still on my feet climbing,
Sometimes I look down to see about my toes,
That foot of mine runs like it was on timing.

Once, only once I stopped to think if you was true,
Me, dumb like that, I start climbing again.
If you weren’t true, well I’d say the sky wouldn’t be blue,
So me, I went on climbing ignoring that pain.

I see light, yes it be light alright,
I be climbing faster than ever,
To see if you freedom I been waiting forever,
Then that light be so bright, so bright.

There I think you be it,
I see a big blue shining and all,
Then there be a golden chair to sit,
And I be meeting you after all.

That light brought from heaven,
Those feet freezing now warm,
A bright blue raven,
That flies me out of harm.

Now me, me the climber, me,
Well, today I be free.
Today my climbing days are ended,
Today I be where the road isn’t bended.[/QUOTE]

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28-06-06, 21:27
Lost

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


I am a lost reason,
Wired on my tongue.
I am ignorant to my history,
Not aware of who I am

I am a forgotten issue,
Pleading for remember to come.
I am a jailed soul,
Eager to rid slavery.

I am one of many,
All same notioned as I.
I am a question mark
asking life why?

I am without freedom,
Longing for Independence.
I am Uighur lives
Fighting the bind on my soul.

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29-06-06, 21:23
Robbed our lives

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setwaldi


Infants we are, ignorant of the evil.
Seen the green earth we have not.
Pleading to see light we have done.
Taken from mothers, robbed out of lives we have gone.
Shamed our fathers for not taking action to the death of a child.
Naming the protectors of rights for letting innocent lives go, we have done.
The result will be our small hand tight on the bloody necks of those who have betrayed us.

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30-06-06, 21:26
Only One God

by: Hajirur Uyghur Setiwaldi

There is only one God, and that is God.
There is only one creator, and that is God.
Nor was God born, and nor shall he die.
He, stands watching up very high.

God is the chance when your chance have gone.
God is the family when yours have run.
It is God that ables us to live with faith.
It is God that teaches us not to hate.

We thank him by praying several times a day,
and ask him to bring what he may.
He answers every prayer in all seasons.
but does not always grant it, for that he gives a reasons.

God cures the dieing from his sickness,
God saves the good from evilness.
He does all that for us, all that and more.
We thank him not enough, for that we are poor.

Thanks to Allah, the God, the creator.
We are not among the hater.
More thanks to allah, the giver of all,
And the one that gives us the hearts call.

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01-07-06, 20:42
The Long Forgotten

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


Who we are is no longer known
It's kept safely in the heart of the elder
we are a group but alone
Only one do we relay on, that be the worlds holder

We are but lost
in wisdom in knowing
but still we keep faith
that the long forgotten shall be reminded

Elders tell of days we knew all and owned
those days did not last
the ignorance of one person
became the cause of forgotten

No longer are we known
we are but alone
that not be to long
until with the rest we are among

lost is our identify
but never unretrived
one day we too will be known
and there will be the faith we own

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02-07-06, 21:58
Nowhere like Home

by: hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Go now but come back soon,
My grandma told me when I left.
It was a beautiful sight in the balloon,
but it was only my grandma's words that felt.
I flew over the rocky mountains,
dived under the red sea,
but could not find a placed that pleasured me.

I went to the top of the world,
I even went Rome,
I went all around the world,
but still could not find a place like home.

When my journey ended,
I went to the only place that the road wasn't bended.
And there I stood,
till my life ended for good.

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03-07-06, 20:37
Peace?

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


Once may be a long time ago,
Did we remain in peace
It was a time, a great time
When ignorance of war existed

Now that the ignorance has left
Placed by evil and cruel thoughts
Not willing to settle with kindness
But with the forsaken action, war

What lied in the future?
We shall find soon hopefully
Pray everyday that the forsaken no longer exists
Maybe when prayers are heard
Maybe then we shall restore peace

Those who envies to put it to us again
We shall not be followers of theirs
We shall flow the right path
The path were peace is obtained

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04-07-06, 16:16
Brothers Deceive

By:Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi



We named you our brothers, true brothers, blood brothers,
Brothers, now you don’t even live up to your name.

Brothers, Do you forget the times I stood beside you,
Do you forget when we were one in past and one in belief?

Now Brothers now when we are most deprived do betray us?
Do you sell the blood we are shedding for lifeless riches?

OH, Uzbek, Oh Kazak, Kirgiz, Pakistan, all my brothers of the past,
Do you forget times we took you in our arms, away from your enemy.

Brothers did we not help rid your enemy and comfort you?
Is this how your repay us with threat to help end us?

Conspirator, deceivers, traitors you have become, a brother you were,
You take bribes and drink our blood, and sell our bodies, what is the name of this?

You bind our raised fists and sell us to our enemy,
Brother, is this the meaning of our brotherhood? Was this to come?

You could have aided us; you could and should help end our miseries,
You could have said “Brother, Eastern Turkistan, we will be there for you.”

Now tell me what action you took to aid us, if you gave action at all,
Tell me what you did to prevent a bloodied brother’s fall.

And no I have not forgot those brothers who tried to stand up,
I thank them and encourage them to aid us with time and with might.

Brothers, all of you, of my own and of my blood, do not betray me,
I ask again my brothers do not betray what was your past, do not betray the future.

Take lesson of those foreign countries that help us without being related in blood,
They share not our past and still stands up for us, they have a heart.

Brothers, blood, belief allies, all the same we were one,
We are brothers in blood, faith, and past and we have not forgotten.

Remember the times we aided you, times when we hugged you close,
Remember we are brothers, remember brothers does not betray.

If you are afraid to aid us, remember there is only one to fear: God
Brothers God bestows his peace upon the brothers who stands up for one another.

If it is riches you desire, that being the reason you sell us, remember riches stay,
What riches you had will not help you afterlife, only your good deeds can.

Brothers, I want to be proud to call you brothers, make me proud.
Do not betray, do not aid China, do not turn against us, be a brother.

Do not deceive us our brothers, do not become an enemy of ours,
Do not deceive brothers…………

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05-07-06, 20:27
WAKE UP!!!

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Wake up my people,
wake up for freedom,
fight for freedom,
fill your minds with knowledge,
your hearts with love,
and fight for freedom,
for freedom isn't free,

Wake up my country,
wake up!!!
fight for rights,
don't let them control you,
wake up and fight,
don't give up, never give up,
for you must fight till you win,
you must fight for freedom,
wake up and fight,
for freedom!!!

Wake up children,
wake up!!!
you must fight as well,
not by guns,
for your weapon is words,
write, teach, speak out,
wake up and help your country,
for it relies on you,
so wake up and fight,
for freedom isn't free!!!

Unregistered
07-07-06, 21:29
The Life Given For Freedom

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

To hold this right in our two hands,
That is all our hearts desires,
To stand in the place where all stands,
Our goal is to put our out heart’s fires.

That, for that we give life,
We die proudly trying for that freedom,
For freedom we allow hearts to be stroke by a knife,
We stand by at all times to once more be a free being.

Fighting, bleeding, dying, we have done all,
Just one thing is meant so much to us all,
Freedom, for it have given life, to be free,
To be who we were, to that we want to agree.

Unregistered
09-07-06, 23:00
Broken Wings

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

The past was unknown and buried,
So we didn’t know what we did bad,
We are birds with broken wings and must be carried,
Grandfather said long ago we had wings, we had.

Grandfather, was an old broken wing himself,
But he knew, He knew of the days birds flew,
Long ago, when evil did not exist, when a bird flew itself,
Those where the times the wind showed wonder, it blew.

Now, the wind blowing, there is no such thing,
For a bird to fly itself, it would be but a wonder,
We knew such birds, beyond, far away they would sing.
Sometimes we talk about going to the land of the flyers.

Grandfather said when a world is pushed apart,
Most fall apart, just like our wings,
One day when evil is gone, when we are at heart,
Then, maybe the wind will blow, and maybe we’ll fly.

Unregistered
11-07-06, 16:51
Wisdom take me to freedom

by: Hajiur Uyghur Setiwaldi


If my longing won’t do it
Then be it my wisdom
Be it wisdom that frees me
Wisdom take me to freedom

My knowledge of what is right
And the Great one’s might
Maybe it be that that frees me
Yes let it be

My kindness comes from heart
My wisdom attached to it
With it take me to the center
Were war is abandoned and peace is kept

Unregistered
12-07-06, 21:27
Freedom star

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


Oh, great star of north,
Show me my way,
This bright day,
Show me to my forth.

Show me the way to freedom,
To a place I’ll be equal as another,
To a place I’ll be nothing but right.

You are my symbol among the sky,
And my only way to fly.

As you shine so bright at night,
We fallow you to make our flight,
You maybe away so far,
But still you are my freedom star,
And does that only matter,
To make freedom better.

Unregistered
14-07-06, 20:18
Still Goes The Fight

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

I might have lost freedom’s sight,
But still goes the fight,
To make everything right,
With all my might.

I make my journey at night,
All out of sight,
The dark hides me by height,
Something I’m not so proud to write.

Out in the bright,
All in sight,
Without any strange might,
I only write.

Unregistered
16-07-06, 15:40
Freedom Wanted

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Freedom is something I’ve always wanted,
Something I’d fight to get,
I think if the world wasn’t so haunted,
My enemy and I might have never met.

Yet here I’m using words,
To fight for the freedom I deserve,
Neither guns nor swords,
For my words are the ones that will preserve.

I write poems and stories,
To ask for what I need,
But all the readers give me are sorries,
And ask for another deed.

Still I fight,
To express the wanted,
To destroy the haunted,
And to make the world just right.

Unregistered
18-07-06, 17:55
Road to Freedom

By: hajinur Uyghur Setwaldi

There are roads which I must fallow,
To reach my designation,
Unlike others,
Mine leads to freedom.

The way is far, and difficult,
Thorns, and sharp stones,
Not a minute that it doesn’t hurt,
But then it’s worth the goal.

There are times my feet are bare,
With blood dripping everywhere.
Times when I can’t even stand,
But still I kept going.

I was bare, blood gushing here and there,
But still I had faith,
If not nearly dead,
I knew it was very well worth it.

unrestagain
19-07-06, 00:43
wow are those poems?

you guys are really good at literaure on that conception..

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20-07-06, 21:27
I Wonder Why Caged Birds Sing

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

I wonder why,
Caged birds sing,
Is it because they believe,
Their songs have freedom to bring,

Is it because, they can see,
Themselves flying once more,
Is it because they know who they be,
The birds of freedom, just like before.

Is it fate?
To once more fly,
To open the golden gate,
And look again at the bright blue sky.

Still I wonder,
Why caged birds sing,
I grow fonder,
To think freedom it will bring.

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24-07-06, 22:16
Hope

by: hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


hope
is what my dreams made out of,
hoping that some day I'll be free,
and fly away like a dove.

Hope,
is what my life is made of,
hoping the next minute will come,
and sometimes hoping it won't.

Hope,
is what I'm made of,
all I can do is hope,
hope to have another chance in life.

Hope,
my hope is freedom,
maybe someday I can fly once more,
and see the bright blue once more,

Hope,
is all I can do,
hope that someday I will open the gate,
and bury my last minute on earth.

Hope,
is all I have left,
something I believe in,
the only thing I can do is hope.

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26-07-06, 00:52
Is life a gift from God

by: Hajinur Uighur Setiwaldi


You ask why life is worth living,
I ask what is life to you.
Is life to you the gift of God?
If it it then I shall answer.

Life is a most precious gift,
there are small and heavy burdens you must lift.
There are times when you sit thinking all is lost,
you can lose all only if you lose faith.

When times come you think all is gone,
look at your surroundings, look at the world.
Look at those humans who have nothing but God,
Take a look at those empty skies one day filled.

Look deep into your heart,
into a place you never new was there,
and there you shall find faith and help.
Only if you consider life a gift from God.

Unregistered
26-07-06, 01:35
Qelimingiz nime digen otkur.
Qaghjirap changqighan yureklerge muzdek bir ochum tagh suyidek tegdi.
Dillarni yoruttingiz.
Talantingizgha apirin.
Bundin kiyinmu yazmiliringizni oqushqa teshnaliq bilen,

Your brother,
Lengger

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28-07-06, 00:47
nobody

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

I am nobody
and always am
what I long for
I am very well missing
without it I am unknown, always
maybe someday I will find my destiny
when I do I will never let go
until I find my freedom I am nobody, forever
forever, I hope not, I hope I find it soon.

Unregistered
28-07-06, 05:56
English tilini yaxshi bilidiken qarighanda ,bizdek bilmigenler chushinipmu ketmeymizken .

Unregistered
30-07-06, 00:55
Leave me my life today

by : hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Harsh ever wind betray me not and blow,
Glazing sky deceive me not and quickly snow,
Let not my foe heed my steps nor trace them, let them not know.

Eager birds fly over me another time and leave me my life,
Sharp stones do not harm me now with your sharp ended knife,
Slow me not today for tomorrow I might no longer be alive.

Great beasts of the forest linger not near me, not today,
Oh lovely sun shine not today to steal my strength, do go away,
Weaken me not, no not today for it might be my life you betray.

Leave me my life today; let me reach the golden gate,
My belief I must strengthen, I must have fate,
Betray me not, and tomorrow I shall company without debate.

betray me not, for the battle must be won,
The fight for freedom has clearly begun,
This the truth, if I shall live freedom will be spun.

So leave me my life, Let me live today,
with my new companion freedom I shall company you every day,
this happens in excellence and speed if you shall not betray.

zarapxan
31-07-06, 00:03
your poems are wonderful, you are talented in writing......................... :)

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01-08-06, 21:30
Who are the real terrorists?

by :Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Below this article are many different sites with many different definitions of terror, Most of the definitions state that terrorism is something having to do with destroying a person, persons, government, or property. They are similar and yet different from one another, terror is not very simple to define. I do not know terror, I can do none, but I know terrorist when I see them, I know them. Below this article there are examples of so called terrorists in the sites, and I’m not sure they are terrorists, but I sure now one thing if it’s fighting for freedom without destroying innocent lives and if it’s for independence, if it’s to protect their human rights, if its to stop terror, our acts are not terror. I can not enemy, but I know my enemy when I see them. I know terrorist when I see them. My enemy this terrorist kills millions of innocent infants not yet seen light, they kill people who are of one belief. They kill people for their belief, for their race, to end them. This terrorist steals the lives of many parents who try to restore their child’s native tongue; this terrorist leaves many children orphans. This terrorist kills persons and sells their internal organs; this terrorist sells human beings as property. This terrorists wire many tongues, this terrorists murders those who remember the past, they murder those who teach the past. They imprison human beings for no reason, and if there must be a reason the terrorist commit the crime and blame it on the innocents. This terrorist threatens us with death, they drug us, poison us, and they even spread viruses like HIV, to finish us. This terrorist came on our land uninvited and took over; they used our riches, our land. Our past, and tongue, our name, our bodies they threatened to demolish from the surface of earth. This terrorist is the leader of earthly terror. This terrorist calls itself a government, a leader, it calls it powerful, and the terrorist has some helpers who aid them in succeeding their terror. Who is this terrorist? This terrorist is Chinese state terror who claims to be innocent of crime, but is not the blood of those millions of infants enough evidence, what about the organless bodies, what about the ashes that smell of human bodies, what of those tears that run down the orphans eyes, what about that child who knows not his past nor his tongue, what about innocent blood. Are those not enough evidences, then look at those Uighurs living in Eastern Turkistan, look in their eyes and see the fear of terror, the fear of their enemy. Look at the potheads running around the street, look at them, look in their pudgy eyes that never end, look what happened to them they were forced to take drugs and now they are addicted. What kind of government does that to human beings? Just walk through a bazaar, and see how many beggars, cripples, and homeless children you can count. Visit a cell in china and see how many innocent Uighur, Tebitan, hearts lies on the cold floors. All they want is Independence, the Uighur people eye no more than that. Look at terrorist Chinese government laughing away its life while those poor Uighurs suffer China’s crime. They even claim we know terror. Is it terror to fight for what we know is right? Is it not our right to fight for Independence? If we are called terrorist for fighting for our freedom what about the rest of the world, what about the wars and battles fought for freedom, are they considered terrorists?? Like I said we Uighurs now terror not, but we now terrorist when we see them we know the Chinese as a terrorists. My definition for terror is The Chinese Government, and those who help the Chinese Government. What kind of government torments human beings, murders them, and plans to wipe the race from the surface of earth. Not only is Chinese government trying to destroy our body but they plan to destroy our soul. Who’s the real terrorist now??


Sites for definitions on terror
http://www.antiwar.com/orig/stjohn.php?articleid=3238
http://www.ict.org.il/Articles/define.htm
http://www.unodc.org/terrorism_definitions.html
http://www.answers.com/topic/terrorism
http://www.crf-usa.org/terror/What_Is_Terrorism_rev.htm -

Unregistered
05-08-06, 00:56
Faith will be your shield

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setwaldi

Wherever you be or who you be if you have faith, you are always protected.
If you keep your faith strong not the least can harm you.

If it is by your throat you hang from, call upon your faith,
And however it shall it shall save you in any rate.

Matters not how strong you are but your faith matters,
Have some faith and you shall have enough in life.

Trust God as your guidance, have faith in the rights,
And never shall you be without protection in any sights.

Take not another name, but God’s upon your tongue,
And however troubled God will help you to solution.

Forget not your faith, your protector, your defender,
Follow not the ways of Satan, for he is clearly an enemy to mankind.

See to it that your faith is keep strong,
And God will protect you from Satan’s wrong.

Remember you your faith, your one and only God,
And wherever you shall be pray for his guidance, and you shall be protected.

Unregistered
08-08-06, 10:58
True Mother

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setwaldi

You are one of a kind,
Your tongue they cannot bind,
A method to make you stop they cannot find,
With your actions it is their hearts you grind.

You raise your voice and fist to fights,
Mother, is it you fighting for Uighur rights,
Your past you have pained without light,
But now you pain for us with all your might.

You shed your blood to save Uighurs in all,
You will nothing to stop you from stopping our fall,
We hear your clear, loud, and proud, we hear your call,
Mother we name you, mother of Uighurs in all.

China acts to bind your actions through your blood,
But you mother you surrender not many lives for your blood,
Act mother act to save your blood, and Uighur lives,
Mother there is only one name for you and that is your own.

Rabeye kadeer many call you,
We your people, you are true mother to us.

Unregistered
09-08-06, 18:11
The tale of the prisioned Uighurs, the tortured Uighurs, the Fighting Uighurs of the past, and the present.

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


Escape was not possible in any manner expect death, no we could not run, we would stand and bear time. Within the midst of our foes we stood trapped, there was nowhere to scurry, it was clear their protracted slick rifles had us standing soundless and motionless. Their hideous bottle green boots with caked mud fallowed up to the recognizable brutal face of our enemies. The cap with its gold star against a scarlet piece of fabric labeled them communist, the small patch of red bearing five yellow stars labeled them Chinese, their stern, atrocious eyes named them foes.
They being the foes who where we?? Had the question been asked in the past of time I would not have been able to reply. But those times stood behind us now, now we know who we are, our past, our present, and we were willing create our future with immense caution. We can not sit knowing our identity with the portrayal of our foes in our eyes. We have to take action, we have to stand up for our humanly rights. We have to be able to answer ourselves; we have to declare to the world that such people as us, the Uighurs with a tremendous past, a horrifying present are willing to fight for a better future. We have to toss over the bind on our eyes, the wire on our tongues, and the clasp on our fists and prevent our fall, our destruction from the surface of earth.
We were of those who were willing to stand , to fight, so we kept our promise to ourselves. We tried. If I had had it my way I would call for unity, if we all united we could not be destroyed. The good of the world, our Turk brothers would hear and they would come to aid. But our people were a destructed self, they could not resolve. If I had it my way I would shout, scream, lecture to my people come toghter unite, find aide, and prevent your destruction. It was not in my way but we the some willing and those who aided us fought to cease this act of destruction. Not all our works included destroying our enemy with rifles, we wrote, we lectured, we spread our bits for people of the world to know. These actions hurt them as much as a bullet would, maybe more, for that they haunted us. For standing up for legal human rights we were captured it the midst of our foes.
We were taken prisoners, our crime: belief in righteously humanity, but that was not what they wanted the world to see as our crime, they took their wrongly actions and for their crime we were to pay. Now we were sentenced to a crime we did not commit. We terrorist? We murders? We killers? These acts did not portray us at all, did the world not see these were acts the communist government of china would take, and have taken.
We, we only tried to prevent the deaths of the future, the so many infants that the Chinese government murdered. Is the act of stopping terror, terrorism??
We paid the crime of the Chinese Government rotting behind bars. Those bottle green boots walked in each day into the ghastly dark cell and beat our bodies, bleed them, and hung them. They chopped our bodies piece by piece, sometimes stopping to question us one more, but we would not, and could not betray our helpless people, and the relief of life was not worth it. They threatened to kill our family members, if we did not betray for our own life. They hammered nails up our heals, they threw water upon our bare bodies and left us clothless during the coldest nights of the winter. They wounded every piece of our body, our heart more than ever. The Spread fires on us trying to scare us into betraying our people but, nay we were not being of tradery, we would not betray. Nor the endless pain of wiping, or the many jolts of electricity that shocked our bodies would fallow us to betray. Some did, but not us we were not of those who would betray. Even when they ended our lives in the most painful way, even when they murdered our entire families, we could not betray the Uighur people. We ended in painful way always one more excruciating than the other. But at least we died with honor, if the world didn’t see it, if our people didn’t see it, at least the almighty God did, at least we proved to him what humans we are. We who are the we I have been speaking of, it is we the people that was tortured, pained, we the people who fought, battled, pained for Uighur rights. If people like we still stand and exist and fight as we did then God willing Uighurs will earn humanly rights, freedom, and nationally Independence. This friend is the story of the prisioned Uighurs, the tortured Uighurs, the Fighting Uighurs of the past, and the present.

Unregistered
11-08-06, 17:15
United we stand

by :Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

United we stand
Divided we fall,
On this land,
one lives as all.

With a raise of a hand,
do we stand so tall.
United in a band,
freedom do we call.

This is our sand,
we prove by our wall.
United we stand,
if divided we might fall.

Unregistered
18-08-06, 19:42
I shall give


by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


When I am in a place of wealth,
I will not waste any,
when there are others in need,
I shall give.

When I am not rich or neither poor,
I shall do what I can,
to help those who need it,
even if takes the last penny I have.

When one's life is at stake,
I shall give mine.
When one is cold,
I shall surrender my warmth to help them.

When my fellow students are to be left out,
I shall sell my house and be left out.
When life is no longer amusing to them,
I shall lend my amusements to them.

When life is hard,
and I have nothing to give,
I shall smile,
to make them feel better.

When life is gone,
I shall pray to the Mighty one,
and ask this Mighty one,
to rest his soul in a better place.

When all is lost,
I shall shed tears,
and everything my body bears,
I shall give all I have.

Unregistered
21-08-06, 22:59
True Blue

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Once I look upon the sky,
And the oceans hereby,
Merely do I see?
The true color me.

Sometimes I'm that blue jay,
Singing away my miseries, away.
Sometimes I get of that tree,
And into the bright blue I flee.

Once, only once did I used to be,
Did I used to be free?
Now all that gone with the wind,
I have only my color to defend

Unregistered
24-08-06, 17:32
God gave

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Dear God I love you,
I really do.
It was you who gave life
and it shall be you who takes.

You are the all mighty,
the all aware,
you are fair in every way,
even though some do not say.

We are those in need,
and it is you who is the giver.
We ask and pray to you,
you always give us an answer, and a reason.

I shall say we are quite thankful,
for the life you gave us,
for the mercy you showed us,
and for the beliefs you put upon us.

Thank you God,
Thank you for all you have done,
I love you,
I really do.

Unregistered
26-08-06, 23:08
Lucky bird

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

How lucky a bird is?
To with witness magic, to fly,
To have a home upon the sky,
What more could one want than this.

To have a shelter in every tree,
Storm’ winds somewhere to go.
How free it must feel, how free,
To be admired by all creatures so.

Feathers to cover it all,
Soft and rough both admired.
A feather shed to show wonder’s call,
Keeping it warm whenever desired.

And that lovely voice,
The one all creatures admire,
a beautiful high cheep, my choice,
a wonderful noise that those not tire.

How blessed it is, isn’t it so,
To travel the sky whatever the choice,
a home where ever they go,
Warmth and such a lovely voice.

How lucky a bird is?
Such wonders I wish for myself,
To be lucky, such as this,
Wonders all creatures would wish for oneself.

Unregistered
30-08-06, 22:50
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Stop Not the Battle For freedom

by:hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


Hear what I must say, hear it clear,
This fight it shall not stop, it is too dear.
Continue fights for freedom, forget not your rightly rights,
Persist the battle, start fights, live to the fights.
Lay not lazily for it will be your end,
Stand upon your two good feet, and raise your fist to defend,
Fight not upon yourselves, unite, become of one in power, and belief.
Now wake I say, wake your heart, rid the powerless sleep.
Shed blood, die if you have to, your life will not go without cause,
Then others, you, continue the fight then loss will not fallow.
It is only when you can stand up after your brother, to shed blood as he did,
It is then you are the true deserver of what freedom, the name you demand.
Continue as one for freedom, take the battle in hand.
United as a band, destroy the enemy, before you are destroyed.
Wipe away the tears your kind has shed,
Restore your past, break the chain that binds your kind’s true tongue,
And remember always your faith, your only belief in the one God.
And if the almighty wills it the God willing the battle shall be won.
Then my brother and only then freedom shall be ours…

Unregistered
03-09-06, 00:25
No God other than God

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

I could not be the greatest one,
nor could I be the creator.
There is only one,
and forever one will remain.

I am but a slave of God,
and without his existence,
his leadership the world will fall.
Without God there is nothing at all.

Unregistered
03-09-06, 07:16
qulingizgha det bermisun, yaraysiz hanqiz! bu yazmilarni tehimu chongraq, nopuzluq urunlarda elan qilishqa tirishqan bolsingiz boptiken. buni uyghurlarla emes, bashqilarmu choqum yaqturup oquydu.
biz uyghurlarmu "Lucky bird" dek bolalisaqken he...!?

Hajinur Uyghur
07-09-06, 20:47
Modern slavery
Ey?

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Some say slavery no longer exist,
not even by the Chinese.
Let me tell you something you missed,
slavery exits, especially in Chinese.

To this day and proceeding it’s forced,
many beings must work for nothing.
Not because it’s their likes,
but because by the enemy it’s enforced.

They wake early in the morn,
to be worked, slashed, and torn.
Had they a choice they’d run,
but it was threat from the foe.

They were worked day to night,
and no not a bread crumb was given.
Nights they did their own work,
to bring to the table something to bite.

Times they have not even a crumb,
times they starve at their own table.
Sometimes their children’s belly groans,
Oh the morons, the groans.

Because they slave all day,
they can’t give their child and education,
They can’t even stop from dying,
Dying on the steps of the hospital.

Sure they look poor in front of the others,
poor and tattered in the eyes of the other folks.
They can’t buy something new to wear,
they’re lucky if they got something to wear.

Sometimes it gets so bad and hard,
they’re forced to flee,
flee from the homeland,
they enemy claims as theirs.
Flee from Eastern Turkistan.

Misfortunate, you could say,
but sun’s ray defines them better.
Yep, the good sun’s ray,
eager to rid from the brutal dust.

Now they’re human beings,
just like you and me.
only they got freedom’s name,
tapped to their heartstrings.

The poor Uighurs worked,
day forced to the enemy’s work,
night to feed their own belly.
Would the days ever end?

They call this modern slavery,
I think.
A few months work for nothing,
but to those of the Chinese communist.

Maybe when somebody stand,
when they read my piece,
maybe when slavery falls,
maybe then human rights withstand.

Hajinur Uyghur
10-09-06, 19:02
Under God's eye

by:Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Man how dare you slave me,
how dare you discriminate me by color,
under God's eyes we are all his slaves.
His and none others.

Under God’s eyes,
You are the same man as me,
You are his slave just like I,
God does not discriminate.

You call me weak, and poor
how dare you.
Calling what God created lake that,
under his eyes I'm as equal as you.

Hajinur Uyghur
15-09-06, 22:53
Congratulations to the Woman of Peace: Rebiya Kadeer

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi


Congratulations to you and those who support you!
Congratulations to the peace you were bestowed!
Your are known to us by far the best nominee,
And we thank those who nominate your peace.

Just as a nominee of the Noble peace you splintered China’s evil heart,
And you earned a name as before, and now the Mother of Peace.
With your words, your action, your freedom teachings we will not part.
Your body they tried to break, you relations too, but your faith they cannot seize.

Again and again we will say our love, and blessings to you,
Not ever in eternity will it ever be enough for your deeds of true.
Our sound, meanings, and our actions you are, our very heart too.
They the enemy try in every way to stop you, but we are with you.

You are the woman who is a million and more at once,
The words spoken from your tong represents our sayings,
your actions, your peace, your fight for freedom is our ways,
and every moment as you may give to us is yet another life.

Your are the true mother for us, to the Uyghurs, to the people,
You are mother to orphans, parents, and children, and all who love you.
So, we say to you “mother show us true, please show our hearts white and blue.”
As long as your words are directed, your fists raised in defense, a mother you are.

You, Rebiya Kadeer, you are the true Woman of Peace.
Your life in light was stolen once in to the dark cell of prison,
Yet here you are uprising at all times to defend our rights,
You still open your mouth and mind to bring freedom to us.

Unregistered
17-09-06, 09:51
iplas guylar!

Hajinur uyghur
19-09-06, 19:42
Bundle of Sticks

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

We people, are like the sticks in a wood,
individually we are broken easily,
but in a bundle, we are hard to break,
now will you not take lesson of that?

Ey, My Uighurs does a bundle of sticks outsmart you,
had you been like the sticks bundled tighter despair would not have buried us.
And what people we are to divide, leaving another in the enemy’s trap.
Eh, my Uighurs had you been like the bundle of sticks.

Had we stuck together when the enemy attacked,
had we marched hand in hand to stop them.
had we stood by our neighbor defending our homes,
had we been like the bundle of sticks.

See, even sticks have a lesson to teach you,
they could do what we did not do.
Shamed are you not my poor Uighurs,
shamed that a stick can outsmart you.

Hajinur Uyghur
25-09-06, 14:36
The cries of the weeping willow

by; Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Reader come with me,
I have for your eyes a sight, maybe two.
Fallow closely behind, and use your eyes well,
Do as I ask, and you will see as I promised.

Come, walk with me remember your eyes,
Beautiful site is it not, only if it belonged to the right.
All is beautiful, the ever blue sky, the glazing sun, the willows..
Yes, the willows. I have a particular one I must show.

No reader this not the best but the saddest, the most alive.
Observe this none, its loose limbs reaching to the ground.
The limbs sway slowly to the harsh wind, weeping.
Listen closely, Listen and ye shall hear the willow cry.

Reader, I am mistaken it is not the willows cry you hear,
Look closely, closer between the crooked branches.
There leaning against the trunk of the willow,
a sad boy almost as sad as the willow itself.

The boy is crying, his teardrops slithering down in a rhythm,
Oh, Reader look at him, look at the bruises,
No, Reader no the bruises that cover his body,
Look deep and close, look at his heart dressed with large bruises.

Reader Go, Go ask the child what ails him so,
No, believe him not, he did not fall, nor was it any accident.
Reader ask him, ask him for truth, and ask him his story.
Between tears he will tell you:

“A regular simple walk form school to home,
yes, he was on his own, going his way without notions,
but as he walked a red handkerchief figure came,
still on his bike he spit at the walking boy, he spit.

The spit landed on his collar,
The boy said a single word to the figure,
Why? And for that question he was beaten,
Bruised inside and out, bruised to the heart.

Reader, the boy cares not for his bruises upon his body,
he knows they will heal, but what about the heart,
what about the bruises covering his heart, will they heal.
That’s his worry Reader, that why he cries under the willow.”

Reader leave the boy he needs to think,
Come, travel with me further to see a sight,
There, look near the shabby hut, a small women,
Reader, do you recognize the eyes, the mother of the child.

Study the worry upon her face, Reader,
Worry fills her mind, where could her son be,
And reader when she finds him under the willow,
No longer will tears run down his cheeks, but his heart.

Reader he will not tell her the truth,
He will not tell her about the bruises,
He will tell her as he did to you before,
He fell or perhaps he walked into a wall.

Reader he tells not the truth for reasons,
Yes his heart is dressed in bruises, as his body,
But reader he can and will not share his misery,
He can’t bruise his mother’s heart too.

Reader tell me of this boy, who is he, and what of it,
Reader he is an Uighur of eastern Turkistan under depression.

turkekul
26-09-06, 08:56
Bundle of Sticks

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

We people, are like the sticks in a wood,
individually we are broken easily,
but in a bundle, we are hard to break,
now will you not take lesson of that?

Ey, My Uighurs does a bundle of sticks outsmart you,
had you been like the sticks bundled tighter despair would not have buried us.
And what people we are to divide, leaving another in the enemy’s trap.
Eh, my Uighurs had you been like the bundle of sticks.

Had we stuck together when the enemy attacked,
had we marched hand in hand to stop them.
had we stood by our neighbor defending our homes,
had we been like the bundle of sticks.

See, even sticks have a lesson to teach you,
they could do what we did not do.
Shamed are you not my poor Uighurs,
shamed that a stick can outsmart you.


You,the Noble Uyhgur Turk,don't be despaired
it will be a long walk but you will prevail against the devil
but you should know your enemy better than it does know itself
always remember the other victims fall prey to the enemy
from now on your duty is to know how and why
and to be aware of oncoming worse days
remember what is worse than slavery,is to lose your identity
it is you,that who will start to make the others wake up and understand
and eventualy outsmart the enemy
so it is not the time to waste
it is the time to understand and make people understand
because if your kin realises what the injustice committed,and still done
then you can be that bunch of sticks

Hajinur Uyghur
05-10-06, 16:01
10-1-1949

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

All we had ever owned, all we had ever loved,
all that meant something real was stolen.
No longer the sun shone on our faces,
no longer did the clouds show us wonders.

The land beneath our feet were taken,
the skies over our heads were taken.
Our lives, our names, our identity was taken,
and even at that they tried to steal hope.

While the clouds darkened over us,
the enemy celebrated his steal.
The enemy destroyed our mosques,
our homes, our days, our pride.

They destroyed our past, our tongue,
our ways, our days, our bodies.
Yet as hard as they tried they could not,
no, they could not destroy our faith.

The earth beneath us cried that day,
the sky over us angered very,
the willows wept swaying side to side
but the people, they cried blood.

Women screamed and mourned,
Men let the inner felling go, they angered,
Children hid behind skirts, weeping more,
All the Uighurs mourned that day.

It pleased the enemy, our cries,
they could not wait to make us do so,
they spilled blood, they killed, they tortured,
they beat our bodies enough our hearts bruised.

This day, it was the day of sorrow,
the day we lost our beautiful land,
our ever blue sky, our identity,
this the day our fate was chained.

The once lovely land turned ugly,
the once beautiful sky seemed no more,
the freedom we had was no more,
yet faith still lived in all of us.

our fathers were poisoned and tortured,
our mothers beat and stolen from light,
our infants, our future, murdered inside.
Yes, the Chinese government knew to destroy.

After that day we have been named,
Named, liars, thieves, nomads,
even terrorists, but worse Chinese,
no we are never like the likes of our enemy.

The ugly names they called us,
They only described our enemy,
And their terror, their murder,
Their torture, their true identity.

We are Uighurs, not Chinese,
nor do we claim the enemy’s name.
We are beings of Eastern Turkistan.
We are Uighurs, once known, and will.

Hajinur Uyghur
10-10-06, 19:02
All senses lost

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

I’m blind,
No longer am I able to see,
The morning sun,
Or the evening moon.

I’m deaf,
Unable to hear,
The birds sing,
Or even the wind blow.

I’ I’ve lost feel,
No longer able to touch,
Feel softness,
Or even hard.

I ‘I’ve lost my nose,
No longer does,
Any thing bring an odor,
Not even flowers.

I can’t even taste,
The sweet I can’t appreciate.
The sour,
I can’t spit.

I’m mute,
No longer able to speak,
No longer able to comment,
Nor greet.

Although all seems lost,
Everything I was given,
Everything but faith,
For that’s something that stays

Hajinur Uyghur
13-10-06, 18:12
Life in a day

by Hajinur UyghurSetiwaldi

My early years in the morning,
were spent in a cradle mourning.

My young years in the afternoon,
were s[pent reading cartoon.

My late years in the afternoon,
were spent on tune.

My early years in the evening,
were spent on my face frowning.

My late years in the evening,
were spent caning.

But did I complain,
no sire no, I did not.

I had me my grain.
I had me my plot.

Every day given,
used it as a gift,

Now I hope for sins I'm forgiven,
and it's my soul to be lift.

Unregistered
16-10-06, 20:08
dou yo know how many times a day a week a year a century
the sea beats the rock?
eventualy even the hardest give in,
and crumbles away
look at the sands in the bottom of the sea and in the coasts and shores
see the sands to tell you their story,what once they were
you are the one who is rightfull
and Allah is with rightfull
you are the one who is happened to be the victimised and meek
you are the one who will prevail don't forget
so it is not the time to be despaired
it is the time to wake up make the others wake up
long live the holly strugle,long live Uygur kardasim

Hajinur Uyghur
20-10-06, 17:43
by :Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Our people you killed,
Our soldiers you disarmed,
Our land you stole,
What more do you want?

Our identity you banished,
Our hearts you crushed,
Enough what more?
Our faith? Our belief?

No you shall have neither,
Slaves you might make us,
But better slaves of God we are,
Enough I say, enough, no more.

You tormented us with death,
Worry us with threats,
Steal what all we have left,
Enough I say enough.

What evil are you?
What ignorant creature are you?
How inhumane are you?
Who are you really? Chinese.

Know you not who we are?
We are those once great,
Once fierce, once known,
We are the Uighurs, sons of the Huns.

It was we, who caused,
the building of your wall,
your ancestors build that in the past,
but in the future what can you build?

Nothing, you can’t build anything,
This time we have our faith,
Our God who watches over us,
Allies who eager to rid your evil.

Now you not that you will pay,
Pay for the evil crimes you have committed,
One day you will pay and all will see.
Then your terror will be known to all.

Hajinur Uyghur
24-10-06, 20:32
I am a soldier now

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

When my kind calls for me I'll be there,
I'll be there to protect them with my life.
When my country needs me to restore peace,
they have my word, my blood, my life.

I am a solider now,a solider,
when my people cry, I shall wipe their tears.
I will give blood, courage,and if needed my life.
I will be their to claim peace for my kind.

Hajinur Uyghur
07-11-06, 19:34
Never shall you die!

BY: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

No, never shall you die,
even when your soul abandons the body.
No, you have not died,
for we still hear you from heart.

As longs as your ideas, your words survive,
you also survive, no, never shall you die.
This battle has no ended yet,
and neither have you.

You did not accomplish all,
but your accomplishments were many.
You could not do too much,
but, you did more than many.

Your dreams will not die,
the battle will not end,
never shall the battle end,
not till the blue flag waves.

Who die for his nation,
who die for his people,
who die for freedom ,
will never die at heart.

Today we hear your songs,
tomorrow comes we will not forget.
As we will with all good things,
we will carry you at heart always.

Unregistered
07-11-06, 19:54
Great poams, Hajinur!! I enjoyed them great deal.

Hajinur Uyghur
11-11-06, 19:04
By: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Freedom, Independence, life, we had all,
Mothers, fathers, and brothers, we had family,
Uighurs, people of Eastern Turkistan, we had identity.
Yes November 12th was the day of Independence.

We walked paths dripping with fresh blood,
We cleaned our land, our home with blood,
Blood dripped, life left the body, yet it was appealing,
We had what meant the most to us, we had Independence.

All our pasts, our great times, and depressions,
Our falls, our rises, our ways, our good deeds,
Our history were to be found in text, in words,
Words, words would preserve to our future.

We celebrated, we sang, danced, and more,
We spoke with our sweet native tongue,
We held our newborns in our own arms,
And we opened doors to our faith and prayed.

That was the Novembers of our past,
The times we were free, times we celebrated,
No, we no longer hold that independence,
But we do hold the will to hold it once more.

And this day and on we are ready,
like before to give all we have,
blood, lives, children, mind,
every thing we own for freedom.

Hajinur Uyghur
15-11-06, 23:42
Deaf and blind but still thankful

by :Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

Thank the good lord,
for I am only deaf and blind,
what if it had been life I couldn't afford,
what if he had taken my mind.

No, I can no longer her the sounds,
but I am thankful he didn't take my hand too,
I can still use my hand to feel the grounds,
and with my nose I can smell what I couldn't hear.

Least he didn't take what life I had,
least I'm not all lost, not all lost.

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16-11-06, 11:18
nobody

by: Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi

I am nobody
and always am
what I long for
I am very well missing
without it I am unknown, always
maybe someday I will find my destiny
when I do I will never let go
until I find my freedom I am nobody, forever
forever, I hope not, I hope I find it soon.

i like you.

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25-01-08, 11:59
Martyrs live forever

‘I dedicate this poem for all Eastern Turkistan humanity, to those who strived and strive to defend Eastern Turkistan, to the martyrs who died defending their country, their brothers, their parents, their children, their property, and their value as human beings, to those who defend their culture, their native tongue, and most importantly their faith, those who strive to preserve their ways, to those martyrs who have departed body fighting China’s terror.’
- Hajinur Uyghur Setiwaldi




Surah 2 Al-Baqrah -154
“And say not that those who are killed
in the way of Allah, “they are dead,”
Nay they are living, but you perceive
it not”


“Oh mankind, know that those of you who depart body defending
yourself, your property, religion, or family,
know that you are truly martyrs.
This said so by our messenger Muhammad,
witnessed by the viewers Behari, and Muslim.


Those who take the path to god,
Those who defend their property, their country,
Those who defend their kind, their race,
Never do they close their eyes from us.

They are those who live through soul,
Warriors who shed blood for their rights,
They are those who never die,
For their souls will preserve for all of eternity.

Those who carried a nation’s burdens,
Those who wiped the tears of innocents,
They are alive; say not they are dead,
Say not “earth covers them forever,”
Say not “they close their eyes forever,”
Martyrs never die

They are those who stood up to the enemy,
They are those who are made up of soul,
They are those who shed blood at battles,
They are those who will never die.

Say not “they depart life forever,”
Those who die in god’s path,
They are the ones, the ones who live,
Say not “they are dead.”

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25-01-08, 16:05
http://turkistanim.org/video/?film=34

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28-01-08, 22:49
by:Hajinur Uyghur

I think nothing can save me now,
nothing but the cries of my blue wolf.
I am a lost wolfing, a lost meaning,
I am without my blue wolf.

I want to run free,
side by side ,
with my blue wolf,
I want freedom.

I cry a million tears,
Hoping it will be heard,
Hoping for rescue,
Hoping for my blue wolf.

Sometimes I hear my wolf,
Its cries loud and depressing,
To be by my side,
To be free.

It howls at the moon,
Expressing its misery
Telling its sad tale,
Wishing to be free.

The cries of my blue wolf,
are also my cries, my wishes.
I want freedom,
as does my blue wolf.

Unregistered
30-01-08, 20:40
by:Hajinur Uyghur

Freedom for Eastern Turkistan.
Freedom for the people of a single star.
Freedom for those who stand and will it.
Freedom for people innocent behind iron bars.

Freedom for the innocent portrayed terrorists,
Freedom for those who shed tears, and blood,
Freedom for the race murdered unmercifully,
Freedom for the tongue chained from words.

Freedom for the sky that has darkened,
Freedom for the single star caged,
Freedom for the land that cries out,
Freedom for Eastern Turkistan.

Freedom for the infants murdered,
Freedom for the Uighurs imprisoned,
Freedom for those who will it eagerly,
Freedom for the freedom willing to come.

Unregistered
03-02-08, 21:29
by: Hajinur Uyghur


You cannot imagine slavery precisely,
Until you experience it yourself.

To keep this destructive slavery out,
Many a man gives their blood, their lives.

The people who can claim,
Slavery never came to them are of the proudest.

No, not many know what it means to be slaved,
They do not know the horrors that come with the ugly word.

Slavery, Slavery, slavery, slavery,
Damnations to that hideous word.

No good man should ever be enslaved,
Nor should any man enslave another.

But there are men, women, children,
A whole nation enslaved.
Enslaved by the hands of communism,
Enslaved by the atrocious Chinese.

These slaves have no rights,
And not even themselves to claim their own.

We are human beings,
We should not be sold or bought,
Yet inhuman men exist to deny this.

As a slave,
All that you made,
Is theirs.
All you own is theirs.
What good you do to this world…
They claim as theirs.

They tell you when and how you shall stand,
And when and how you shall fall.

It is you who pays for their horrible crimes.
For their wrongs you must pay.

Yet this is not the worst part,
It is watching the enslaved man that is.

Watching the merciless torment they beget,
From the enslavers.

They have no right to keep their child,
China kills them whenever it wills.

Slaves have no right to speak,
For that they bind our tongues.

Slaves are not to be freed,
For that they fallow us still,
Still with further torment.

But, no, we shall have rights,
We shall not stay a slave to men,
Nor shall we enslave any.
God gave us our rights,
Chinese stole them,
Is it not time to retrieve?
To retrieve our rightful rights.

It is time for the slave to break the shackles
China has put upon us,
It is time for freedom.

That is the meaning of a slave,
Retrieving freedom, emancipating,
And destroying the slavery chains.

Unregistered
08-02-08, 10:18
by : Hajinur Uyghur


If anyone can tell of bleeding hearts,
We can.
If anyone can tell of weeping minds,
We can.

We can tell of terror a man can only imagine,
We can tell of stars once bright that has darkened to us,
And we can tell of a living hell, terror, right here on earth.

If one wishes to know more,
We can tell today and tomorrow,
We can tell till one might snore.

We can tell of hunger,
of torture, of slavery, of death,
And years without independence to be had,
we can tell of bleeding hearts that bleed still.

Unregistered
12-02-08, 20:10
by: Hajinur Uyghur

In eastern Turkistan Uyghurs are forbidden to speak of Rebiya Kadeer, this is our answer.

Mother

They say we shall not utter your name not once in this life,
but what of our heart, can they hear the whispers of our hearts.
Mother I shall utter your name not once but as much as I can,
They say wire your tongues, do not speak of the women so.
But mother I speak, I speak in your name and actions.
They fear you mother, this true, they fear you, and your actions,
They fear you might light the fire that once burned,
They fear you might bring freedom once more,
And let them fear, for I shall utter your name,
I shall speak of you and the freedom you will bring.

Mother, they say, they will torture us if we speak so,
But mother we have been tortured enough, tortured enough,
What is a little more, we can withstand it Mother.
Mother do not turn your back to us, do not,
They will harm your children mother, oh they will,
But mother do not turn your back to us.
You are the mother of many harmed,
Oh mother we have been beaten,
beaten yes, but not broken.
Mother, do you hear me, we have not broken.

Tell them mother, tell them of your children,
Tell them we have suffered, but tell them we still hold hope.
Tell them we shall have a future and tell them they can not end it.
Tell them we will hold once more, once more that freedom.

Unregistered
16-02-08, 12:53
by: Hajinur Uyghur

Land, name, authority, power,
Wealth, reputation, property,
You have stolen all,
Family, friends, mothers,
Fathers, infants not yet born,
You are named their killers,

You can take the sunshine away,
And leave us in the dark,
But know well, know well,
Oh you evil beast we are
Lit from the heart.

Freeze us and still we will
Talk of warmth.
Burn us and we will talk
Of waters that quench such fires,
Bind our hands so we are unable
To kill you, but we shall speak
Against your evil.

And even then if you dare mute us,
And we shall stare at you with cold eyes,
Annoyed? Blind us if you will,
Make it so we no longer hear,
Neither talk nor see, but our hope, our dream,
Our belief you cannot touch,
If you were to plunge a thousand knives
Through our hearts.

Oh, you infidels,
Do what you can, but know,
We survive only by God’s will,
And worship none other than God.
Know we will not fallow your teachings,
But we shall fallow God’s path.

Understand a thousand deaths are not
Equal to the torment you shall face in the after life.
Know you will be punished for the terrors you committed.
For every drop of blood, every wound, every human being,
Know will what you have caused you will come to face also.
For eternity, then you cannot run.
Oh, where will you run infidel,
Just you try running from time,
From truth, from justice, from knowledge,
Just you try running from God.

I must pity for you,
You enjoy and plunder life knowing but not believing,
But what torments will come to you, Oh infidel.
If you but knew.

You will regret,
You will say had I believed,
Had I not done wrong,
But infidel you denied God,
You denied the truth,
And still you hurt innocent people.
You will pay.

You will ask for forgiveness,
But what of forgiveness.
Even if I forgave you,
My kind, your victims, forgave,
Even if all humanity forgave,
Do you honestly think the all-knowing forgives?
Do you think god forgives the infidel
Who tormented his beloved servants?

Pity, pity yourself,
Pity while you can, oh infidel.
Dream, hope, believe while you live still.

Unregistered
19-02-08, 23:02
By :Hajinur Uyghur

My era is equivalent to that of my kinds, my realms,
I do not remember existence without them,

My story begins with my people, my clan,
whether I deserved it or not, I was the emblem of my realm’s unity.
These were my proud times, times...
I was proud of the mankind, the land I represented.

I remember alien races gazing and adoring my structure,
Adoring the human beings, the strong nation I symbolized.

I remember marching to battlefields,
Waving with all my might, I remember victory.
At the battlefields my soldiers looked up at me with trepidation in their eyes.
But I beckoned reminding them we were not the ones to be overtaken.

Most of my memories are of the battlefield,
I remember being torn into rags,
my structure being dyed red from the blood of my men,
I remember trying to stop the bloodshed.

And yet at another battlefield, I remember worse,
Where my blue body was captured and burned,
I remember the malevolent grin on my enemy’s faces,
I cried for my men, my land, I remember my structure turning into ashes.

I was blazed a thousand times, maybe more,
But in spite of it all, I remember living, surviving,
Enemies could burn me all they wanted, but I would live,
I would endure, for my people would always be there to extinguish those fires.

My people respected me so; they had such a great respect,
At times of celebrations, even at times of depression,
I was still pledged, saluted, loved, and respected,
I remember adoring that respect they held for me.

They might not have had food in their bellies,
Nor cloths over their bodies, mere rags,
But any man could be sure they had their symbol,
With God’s consent I hung from the walls of every home.

Now what?
What has happened to that proud blue flag, my Uighurs?

These days my structure is rare and banned in my very own homelands,
Look at me now, I cannot even show face in my domain.
… But remember you I still exist if not in structure as a cloth,
I exist in you my people, I exist in every heart that remembers, I exist…
And no enemy can erase that existence I have marked in history.

Life on unknown barren fields are more difficult than you can imagine,
Life caged away from reality, from my homeland, my realm...
is no longer life at all, but in spite of it I will to survive,
Only if my people could quench the fires like they had before.

These days I am the living, burning flag,
I wonder if a cloth has suffered as much as I…
Do not for a minute think I have given up,
I was captured before, yes, and I was freed,
Just like those times, a day will come, a day when I will wave freely.

I still hang from walls, but foreign walls,
I only pray my people gather courage to let me once more hang from known walls.
The walls of home, if only my people knew how I missed those shabby but respectful walls,
The wall of home…

Oh you my people remember you, remember times I hung high from homely walls, remember…
Oh, my people, if you knew what I would give to wave high in my homelands on our independence days,
To see my country, my proud mankind to smile once more,
Oh if you knew what I would give to retake my place as your symbol, your emblem.

I know not if a flag has ever cried before, but be sure my people, be sure of my salty tears,
If tears do not descend my eyes, be assured it will descend from your very eyes.
If ever a flag has experienced such pain, I have,
If you knew the pain of department from my loved homelands.
Like a child torn from his mothers arms, I too have been torn away from my homelands,
Oh, only if you could see my tears, only if you could hear my cries.

I symbolized your unity, my people,
If I cry, you must also cry,
And if I will for freedom, my people, you must also will for freedom,
You, my people, I was proud of you,
I never knew a time when you couldn’t save me from infidel arms,
Now stand up, and just as you had before quench these fires,
Oh my people quench the fire that burns my very heart…

Let me once more wave respectfully on my very own homelands…
Allow me at least that.

Unregistered
22-02-08, 14:46
by; Hajinur Uyghur


Home is freedom,
Without freedom,
Without a home,
We are refugees,
Slaves to our own world.
Freedom.

The Refugee,
Walks, and talks,
Dreams and beams,
Hears and cries tears,
Just like you and I,
But refugee does this
For freedom’s sake,
Hoping one day
Freedom will awake.
Refugee.

Thoughts are knowing,
Knowing is dreaming,
Dreaming is speaking,
Speaking are words,
Words are powerful,
Powerful is freedom.
And for this does the refugee cries.
Freedom.

Slavery is freedom’s enemy,
Slavery is refugee’s enemy,
From slavery come wrongs,
And from those wrongs the refugee runs.
Refugee.

“Freedom, freedom, freedom,” utters the refugee.
Refugee.
Freedom.

Unregistered
25-02-08, 21:27
by: Hajinur Uyghur


Dear God,
I pray,
and I pray,
this day,
and every other day,
that all should sleep as I do.

Fed and full, like me.
Happy and satisfied, like me.
Clothed and warm, like me.

I pray,
love might find the orphan soul.
I pray, kindness might find the criminal soul.
I pray hope might find the helpless soul.
I pray for every soul.

I pray for the slaved people,
I pray for the condemned people,
I pray for the convicted people,
I pray for the caged people,
I pray for their freedom.

If I shall forget
to pray,
I pray you shall keep all well.

I pray that we shall all meet in peace,
in the gardens of heaven.
I pray for peace.

Unregistered
29-02-08, 14:05
by;Hajinur Uyghur


I stand alone, yes,
but I stand.
I tilt my head high,
and refuse to bow down in shame.
I refuse to be remembered a coward,
a quitter.
I have vowed I would fight for my rights,
my right to love, to speak, to be equal,
and fight I did.
And now that I am condemned to death,
condemned to death for standing up,
I shall die proud with my head held high.

Even as the dark robes of death cover my naked body,
I shall merely look at them with my dark eyes,
for I shall die a hero.

I shall die alone, yes,
but I shall die standing.
Fighting for my freedom,

I stand.

Unregistered
04-03-08, 21:38
By: Hajinur Uyghur


Many came to adore me, my beauty before,
Before this land was polluted, before it’s inhabitants were terrorized.
I was rich and creamy in color, the brightest,
I was, Now, now I’m just another weed on a patch of grass.
And like poison, they fear me; fear my native structure might return.
They, the people responsible for my present state are those who fear me,
And what great right they have to fear me, they must,
for I vow to return to myself once more,
Like any other weed, most of the time, I go unnoticed,
And just as weeds are I am destroyed more than times,
I used to be queen of flowers, queen of plants, I did,
But now I am too lowly to even present myself as a servant.

A day will come, and once more my beauty will be restored,
This life, it has no meaning if the good cannot win,
Those who have put me in such state as I am today,
They will suffer; suffer more than I do, for they have no faith, no hope.

Unregistered
09-03-08, 19:23
by:Hajinur Uyghur

I have spent my life inside dark cages,
yet I remember a time when all was blue,
I remember flying, soaring through the sky,
mocking the ignorant humans, the deprived humans,
for their inability to fly, to fly the skies like me.
I am caged, yes. But I pity the humans, for once I flew.
I know the taste of freedom. They don't.

Unregistered
15-03-08, 16:16
by:Hajinur Uyghur


Riches verses Good deeds
Which do you think will when.
The one with money and without needs,
Or the one poor that says amen.

Some say they'd be rich,
Rather than poor and good.
Say, which one would you hitch?
I'd be poor and good, I would.

You can't take money with you after life,
I think that's quite true.
Even if you did take a five,
What could you do?

You can't take riches,
But good deeds are rewarded afterlife.
To heaven for good without any switches,
The bad riches, well lets say they didn't get a good life.

So you on earth it may seem good,
But really you misunderstood.
You could have done good, you could,
And if you did it's understood.

Unregistered
19-03-08, 20:38
by: Hajinur Uyghur

Weapons are strong,
Even if they fall in the hands of the wrong.
A Nuke could destroy a nation,
In such a matter as probation.
A simple gun could take a life,
As could a piercing knife.
An ordinary stick could damage,
What could be fixed by bandage.
But it is the mind, the human mind,
Of astuteness, or of wrongly blind,
That can injure, and yet heal.
The human mind holds incredible power,
As much wonder held by a flower.
Every human being is responsible for his actions,
And every life will begin with the ultimate trials.
The human is set free on many great grounds,
And the mind set free to choose their own bounds.
There lies the danger, the safety, the mystery,
Many a men came before you and I,
Some died proud men, without a single cry,
Some died innocent men, without a lie,
Some died martyrs, forever remembered,
But then some died villains, numbered,
Some died traitors, shamed on and on,
Some died criminals, cons,
Some died infamous, ever hated.
So what is the human mind rated.
What can the human mind neglect, what can it find?
So do tell, what will become of the human mind?

Unregistered
19-03-08, 23:58
I'm a uyghur,I proud for hero, they donate their life for east turkistan's free, I also want to donate my power for east turkistan's free. I belive that our uyghur must be free under the guide of rebia mother. my e-mail:uyghur111@163.com

Agah bol
20-03-08, 04:01
I'm a uyghur,I proud for hero, they donate their life for east turkistan's free, I also want to donate my power for east turkistan's free. I belive that our uyghur must be free under the guide of rebia mother. my e-mail:uyghur111@163.com


Please, please, please: be careful about this guy and its e-mail address: uyghur111@163.com. This e-mail address is regitered in the Communist China. Apparently, this guy is a Chinese spy.

Unregistered
20-03-08, 08:53
hormetlik Hajinur,
siz bilen alaqe qilixqa bolamdu, Yazghanliringizdin bek tesirlendim.



by:Hajinur Uyghur


Riches verses Good deeds
Which do you think will when.
The one with money and without needs,
Or the one poor that says amen.

Some say they'd be rich,
Rather than poor and good.
Say, which one would you hitch?
I'd be poor and good, I would.

You can't take money with you after life,
I think that's quite true.
Even if you did take a five,
What could you do?

You can't take riches,
But good deeds are rewarded afterlife.
To heaven for good without any switches,
The bad riches, well lets say they didn't get a good life.

So you on earth it may seem good,
But really you misunderstood.
You could have done good, you could,
And if you did it's understood.

Unregistered
24-03-08, 23:14
by:Hajinur Uyghur

Freedom’s wings,
Fly higher than anything,
it’s like a golden ring,
And to you I must bring.

Freedom’s wings
are like liberty bells,
all the world’s cheery yells,
And the ding dings.

Freedom’s wings
Is like a bird,
that does nothing but sing,
Songs desired to be heard

Unregistered
30-03-08, 14:30
by: Hajinur Uyghur

They say not a man will be left alive,
Not one creature will survive,
No man of wealth, nor power,
Can cheat the final hour.

It is nature they say,
All will perish one day,
Death, no one can cheat death,
No, not even to the last breath.

Some will cherish at death’s arrival,
Some will mourn for survival,
But death comes just as life once came,
This life, this world is just another game.

A game it is, so play well,
For there are bad places in which you might dwell,
Death comes, it comes when least expected,
And truly it cannot be rejected.

Unregistered
01-04-08, 10:40
by: Hajinur Uyghur


How is it that war and peace can hold the same grounds?
And that from war peace could be birthed?

From the beginning and still today men have shed blood,
sacrificed their lives in the name of peace in many wars,
wars that were, wars that are, and wars that shall be.

If freedom can be found in the outcomes of wars,
if a nation can be free after a battle,
if lives can be saved from lives that are stolen on war grounds,
then let there be war,
war will bring tears to the eyes of many,
but the aftermath shall bring joy to the souls of many,
war can be evil and take,
but the peace that war has found can be glory to all.

So, Many times have war and peace held the same ground,
war is the brutal brother sometimes evil, sometimes sorrow,
but if this brother can bring back life to peace,
than war we shall have until peace is gained.

Many wise men beyond our knowledge,
many hero’s we keep in our texts still today,
they have fought and died in the wars of peace,
what is war but a path? a bumpy bridge full of obstacles?
a road that shall lead to peace if by great heart we take it?

Unregistered
03-04-08, 22:28
by: Hajinur Uyghur

When the sun yet again rises,
and falls to surrender to the moon,
when summer forfeits its warmth
to let winter cover it with snow,
and when years pass
to let others come,
when a heart stops beating
to let another one begin,
when a light burns out
to let another take its place,
I shall know I am alive,
my ashes swimming the deep oceans,
breezing through the fresh air,
and soaring through the great skies.
A future is all I hope for,
a light to burn,
a heart to beat,
a year to come,
winter and summer,
the moon and the sun,
then I shall now that my home,
2008,2108, or even 20508 years to be,
is truly worth living and dying for

Asian
04-04-08, 11:49
In the golden days of the East
Uyghur was one of its lamp-bearers
and the lamp is waiting to be lighted once again
for the illumination of the East

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high,
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not broken up into fragment by domestic walls;
Where the words come out from the depth of the truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action
- into that heaven of freedom, My Father Uyghur, let my country awake!


An adaptation of Rabindranath Tagore' poem (which was written for Korean's Independence Movement)

Unregistered
08-04-08, 20:40
by: Hajinur Uyghur

I can detect the sunlight,
but the effulgent rays
bring a sudden chill
to my body and darkness to my eyes.

Warmth is no longer
a concept my body can percive,
it is as if a child's fairytale,
too good to be true.

Flogging after flogging,
red dimond beads percipitating form my cuts,
there is no pain,
for my body has become immune to such things.

They yell and curse as if to break my eardrums,
but I can't hear them.

I remember nothing,
nothing but one word,
"freedom"
a word with a lost meaning,
somthing my heart can almost remember...
once, once upon a time.

I am dead,and yet I live.
my eyes fallow the beads of blood,
making a path across my entire body,
but... no.

Maybe... maybe if I try,
lift my head up a bit,
could I feel the sunlight?

Asian
09-04-08, 08:52
I have a job for a living, but recently I have been interested in writing an internet novel about Asia (Uyghur, Turkey, Central Asia, Tibet, Mongol, China, etc).
Now the novel is over 100 chapters and has been viewed 15,000 persons on average for each chapter.
(My readers could read East Turkestan Islamic Movement(ETIM), Republic of East Turkestan in my novel.)

At first I was surprised by this popularity, because I did it only for fun.
And this interest has brought me CNN blog(about Tibet, Olympic) and Here.
Now I sometimes feel destiny..

I want to cite some of your poems in my blog and internet novel, because I want people in my country to understand Uyghur's situation better. (of course, I will also disclose writer and source if you approve.)


If you don't give up your dream, you surely can feel the sunlight just like us.

Unregistered
09-04-08, 22:45
I have a job for a living, but recently I have been interested in writing an internet novel about Asia (Uyghur, Turkey, Central Asia, Tibet, Mongol, China, etc).
Now the novel is over 100 chapters and has been viewed 15,000 persons on average for each chapter.
(My readers could read East Turkestan Islamic Movement(ETIM), Republic of East Turkestan in my novel.)

At first I was surprised by this popularity, because I did it only for fun.
And this interest has brought me CNN blog(about Tibet, Olympic) and Here.
Now I sometimes feel destiny..

I want to cite some of your poems in my blog and internet novel, because I want people in my country to understand Uyghur's situation better. (of course, I will also disclose writer and source if you approve.)


If you don't give up your dream, you surely can feel the sunlight just like us.

what's your website?

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12-04-08, 22:53
by: Hajinur Uyghur

I need no humans to bound my ground,
no fences to graph my earth,
no ropes to bind me to a master,
and certainly no roof to bind me into a cage.

The barn lies behind me now,
once a wild stallion, always one.
They tried assimulate me, to de...ize me.
But I, I will not abondon myself,...what I was.

Wild and free.
Bound to no earth, nor sky,
chained to no land, nor being,
I am the wildest, the greatest, the most free of them all.
I am the stallion of.....nor sky, nor earth, but heart.

Asian
13-04-08, 07:35
what's your website?

As you know, there are many chinese spies.
I don't want to be bothered by them.
If you tell me your e-mail, I will send my e-mail and website.

Thank you for your reply.

Unregistered
14-04-08, 00:15
As you know, there are many chinese spies.
I don't want to be bothered by them.
If you tell me your e-mail, I will send my e-mail and website.

Thank you for your reply.

sutuq@hotmail.com

I guess E-mails are safer.

Unregistered
17-04-08, 16:50
As far as our visions can carry us
across the depths of the sky,
there is red,red,....and red.

Imprisoned by the sky above us,
in the rough hill lands,
our only salivation, mercy,
no man escapes this Island,
no man lives with a free heart,
for our once blue skies,
have woven themselves red as blood,
and the earth beneth us perished into...
dust.

This is our Island,
our once treasured home,
but now it's a no man's Island,
and we are no mans.

If mercy comes tonight,
to take us in her arms,
no man will become a man,
and No man's Island,
a land where no man can stand,
and say freedom can be lived without.

We are the earthly dead,
the rotting corpses with eyes open,
and we want one thing,
and one thing only.
We want Freedom.

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22-04-08, 13:11
I sent you my e-mail a few days ago.

In my novel, two uyghur characters appear.

Hasan is an Imam living in Taklamakan desert. He is very notable for performing a ritual for rain in Central Asia. He is called "Saint of Desert"
Kariyaji is Hasan's daughter. She sings very well and is called "Girl of Wisdom"

Hasan declared his support for Beijing Olympics and condemned uyghur's terrorists publicly in a talk show(adapted from the Oprah Winfrey Show).
And uyghur's warriors(including ETIM) leaved Uyghur Autonomous Province condemning their spiritual leader Hasan and gathered into Mongolian Plat in secret(including Central Asia's Volunteers and afterwards Tibetan's Volunteers). And so on..

Kariyaji applied for "Idol Universe"(adapted from the American Idol) and got married to a general of one of seven military regions in PRC.

Have a nice day!

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22-04-08, 19:20
I sent you my e-mail a few days ago.

In my novel, two uyghur characters appear.

Hasan is an Imam living in Taklamakan desert. He is very notable for performing a ritual for rain in Central Asia. He is called "Saint of Desert"
Kariyaji is Hasan's daughter. She sings very well and is called "Girl of Wisdom"

Hasan declared his support for Beijing Olympics and condemned uyghur's terrorists publicly in a talk show(adapted from the Oprah Winfrey Show).
And uyghur's warriors(including ETIM) leaved Uyghur Autonomous Province condemning their spiritual leader Hasan and gathered into Mongolian Plat in secret(including Central Asia's Volunteers and afterwards Tibetan's Volunteers). And so on..

Kariyaji applied for "Idol Universe"(adapted from the American Idol) and got married to a general of one of seven military regions in PRC.

Have a nice day!



we the uighurs are the decendants of Batur Tangriqut, Bilgi Haqan, Oguz han, and Sulatan Sutuq Bughran and Iparhan, and Nuzigum.

I noticed you have called Uighur terrorist. We the Uighurs are not terrorist. The poeple you are calling terrorist are victims of terror, the victims of communist china. they have not and will not commit terror, but they have done and will do what they can to stop terror from harming them. these people have suffered for many decades, they have gave blood, they have been wounded from the soul, and they have died because of the terror china has comminted on them. Ask yourself this question, who has the power? Right now china. And what nation is relitavly unknown? umm. let see. Eastern Turkistan. What better a people to blame for all their crimes. What you people fail to realize is how a country barley striving to keep themselves alive would have enough capabilities to commint terror. And now who has weapons, money, and a large histroy of human rights violations? China. So we can see china is framing the unknown innocents, and they the chinese goverenment is the root of terror.

As for your very inaccurate and I must say very offending novel, it is totally ridiculous. Why would uighurs who are suffering under china want to support the bejining olympics. I mean come one you don't see many jews going around and telling people they support hitler do you? My people aren't stupid enough to join in marriage with the enemy. That would be totally ridiculous, and even if this did happen they are traitors under bribery.

Okay, little conclusion. 1. Uighurs have not and will not commit terror. They know what terror feels like, they are victims of terror, they are not inhumane enough to make someone else feel that terror. 2. Look to china, who gives no evidence of why uighurs are terrorst,or how they commited these acts, China has the power and this power includes media attention, they feed the media what they want, and that's what the people hear. 3. Bad novel, porpostrous, stupid. I mean what kind of idiot who writes a novel just skips the reasearch and goes on to write lies that are offending and framing a nation of people. Well I guess that would be your kind of idiot.

My advise to you, if you can't say something right don't say it at all. Go take a hike with your chinese buddies.

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23-04-08, 21:20
we the uighurs are the decendants of Batur Tangriqut, Bilgi Haqan, Oguz han, and Sulatan Sutuq Bughran and Iparhan, and Nuzigum.

I noticed you have called Uighur terrorist. We the Uighurs are not terrorist. The poeple you are calling terrorist are victims of terror, the victims of communist china. they have not and will not commit terror, but they have done and will do what they can to stop terror from harming them. these people have suffered for many decades, they have gave blood, they have been wounded from the soul, and they have died because of the terror china has comminted on them. Ask yourself this question, who has the power? Right now china. And what nation is relitavly unknown? umm. let see. Eastern Turkistan. What better a people to blame for all their crimes. What you people fail to realize is how a country barley striving to keep themselves alive would have enough capabilities to commint terror. And now who has weapons, money, and a large histroy of human rights violations? China. So we can see china is framing the unknown innocents, and they the chinese goverenment is the root of terror.

As for your very inaccurate and I must say very offending novel, it is totally ridiculous. Why would uighurs who are suffering under china want to support the bejining olympics. I mean come one you don't see many jews going around and telling people they support hitler do you? My people aren't stupid enough to join in marriage with the enemy. That would be totally ridiculous, and even if this did happen they are traitors under bribery.

Okay, little conclusion. 1. Uighurs have not and will not commit terror. They know what terror feels like, they are victims of terror, they are not inhumane enough to make someone else feel that terror. 2. Look to china, who gives no evidence of why uighurs are terrorst,or how they commited these acts, China has the power and this power includes media attention, they feed the media what they want, and that's what the people hear. 3. Bad novel, porpostrous, stupid. I mean what kind of idiot who writes a novel just skips the reasearch and goes on to write lies that are offending and framing a nation of people. Well I guess that would be your kind of idiot.

My advise to you, if you can't say something right don't say it at all. Go take a hike with your chinese buddies.

At first, I think a real terrorist is China(CCP and young chinese recently) and CCP fabricates terrorism for keeping their power and suppressing their enemy(some ethnic minorities and some chinese political opponents).

When I wrote a novel, I thought if uyghur people want to gain independence, they need some tactics.

1. Uyghur need military forces : In my novel, many uyghur warriors(not terrorist) leaved their courtry(Becaurse of Hassan's condemnation(one of tactics), CCP was not suspicious of their leaving) and gathered into Mongol plateau secretly. Russian's mafia, Mongol and my novel's Hero help them by offering weapons, military base, foreign legion and money.

2. Other countries' help : Uyghur's spiritual leader Hassan pretends to cooperate with China supporting Beijing Olympics. But in reality he tries to make people worldwide(especially western) know peace-loving Uyghur people better (by appearing on an american famous talk show) and tries to relieve China until uyghur's military forces will be completed secretly.

3. Other ehnic minorities's help : Hassan's daughter got married to a famous general of an ethnic minority(not Chinese). My novel's hero got together ethnic minorities in china(Uyghur, Tibet, Mongol, Manju, Chosun) and adjacent countries(Mongol, Russia, Korea, Japan, Taiwan, Vietnam) by Idol Universe(a cultural event like the American Idol), bribing CCP's members and using Olympics.

4. Chinese's unrest : In my novel, a chinese religious leader(like Falun Gong's leader, Li Hongzhi) appears and one military region's general(from an ethinc minority) got power in his region by using CCP's party dispute(共靑團, 太媐黨, 上海幇) and bribery.


I always say uygher and tibet together in CNN and my country's medias, because I think they are in a similiar situation.
They are religious people. Their regions have many natural resources. Many chinese migrates into their regions by uyghur's railway and tibetan's railway.

And I also say uyghur, tibet and my country together in my blogs and my country's medias, because I think our country could be in a similiar situation just like uyghur and tibet.

I hope your misunderstanding will be cleared up.

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24-04-08, 00:51
Vow , it will be an interesting novel.

At first, I think a real terrorist is China(CCP and young chinese recently) and CCP fabricates terrorism for keeping their power and suppressing their enemy(some ethnic minorities and some chinese political opponents).

When I wrote a novel, I thought if uyghur people want to gain independence, they need some tactics.

1. Uyghur need military forces : In my novel, many uyghur warriors(not terrorist) leaved their courtry(Becaurse of Hassan's condemnation(one of tactics), CCP was not suspicious of their leaving) and gathered into Mongol plateau secretly. Russian's mafia, Mongol and my novel's Hero help them by offering weapons, military base, foreign legion and money.

2. Other countries' help : Uyghur's spiritual leader Hassan pretends to cooperate with China supporting Beijing Olympics. But in reality he tries to make people worldwide(especially western) know peace-loving Uyghur people better (by appearing on an american famous talk show) and tries to relieve China until uyghur's military forces will be completed secretly.

3. Other ehnic minorities's help : Hassan's daughter got married to a famous general of an ethnic minority(not Chinese). My novel's hero got together ethnic minorities in china(Uyghur, Tibet, Mongol, Manju, Chosun) and adjacent countries(Mongol, Russia, Korea, Japan, Taiwan, Vietnam) by Idol Universe(a cultural event like the American Idol), bribing CCP's members and using Olympics.

4. Chinese's unrest : In my novel, a chinese religious leader(like Falun Gong's leader, Li Hongzhi) appears and one military region's general(from an ethinc minority) got power in his region by using CCP's party dispute(共靑團, 太媐黨, 上海幇) and bribery.


I always say uygher and tibet together in CNN and my country's medias, because I think they are in a similiar situation.
They are religious people. Their regions have many natural resources. Many chinese migrates into their regions by uyghur's railway and tibetan's railway.

And I also say uyghur, tibet and my country together in my blogs and my country's medias, because I think our country could be in a similiar situation just like uyghur and tibet.

I hope your misunderstanding will be cleared up.

Asian
29-04-08, 11:46
My country is very interested in Uyghur.
My country's state-run TV has sometimes televised Uyghur. (Naan(food similiar to Pizza?) looks delicious)
Some people in my country have sympathy for Uyghur, Tibet, Mongol and Taiwan (sometimes including Hongkong, Vietnam and Philippines)

Let me ask you some questions.

Why do Uyghur people call their country Xinjiang?
Because I heard that Xinjiang(新疆) means newly expanded territory(by Chinese).
Dalai Lama does not call his country Xizang(西藏) but calls Tibet.

Why do not Uyghur people appear in CNN's blogs about Tibet-China-Olympics?
There are Tibetan, Korean, Mongolian, Taiwan, Hongkong, Philippines and Western peoples who are against China(Chinese).

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04-05-08, 21:34
by: Hajinur Uyghur

Heartless nights and merciless days have been my past,
but now I walk a road, fearing to look back.

Beyond this road lies a freedom which can't be denied,
beyond this road there liea another one that isn't bended.

My destiny, my future, hope lies somewhere beyond this road.
Dreams just waiting to come true, goals just being waiting to be met.

This is my road, my road that leads to freedom.
Yeah, beyond this road lies freedom

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07-05-08, 11:02
My country is very interested in Uyghur.
My country's state-run TV has sometimes televised Uyghur. (Naan(food similiar to Pizza?) looks delicious)
Some people in my country have sympathy for Uyghur, Tibet, Mongol and Taiwan (sometimes including Hongkong, Vietnam and Philippines)

Let me ask you some questions.

Why do Uyghur people call their country Xinjiang?
Because I heard that Xinjiang(新疆) means newly expanded territory(by Chinese).
Dalai Lama does not call his country Xizang(西藏) but calls Tibet.

Why do not Uyghur people appear in CNN's blogs about Tibet-China-Olympics?
There are Tibetan, Korean, Mongolian, Taiwan, Hongkong, Philippines and Western peoples who are against China(Chinese).

* Uyghurs don't call their country Xinjiang, that's what china and the foriegn world who refuses to accept the fact that we're not a part of china calls our country. We hate the word because it's a shame embedded upon us as if we were chinese. We're not. We call our country Eastern Turkistan. Most of our polotically and educationally aware people use the term Eastern Turkistan, although they might often use Xinjiang when trying to explain location and history to foriegners.
*As for CNN blogs I don't know. But the Uyghurs do protest against china, and it could be do the fact that china is trying to suppress the Uyghur voices.

The Chinese are eveywhere, maybe even in CNN. The thing is they have plans to destroy our existance/identity in the world.
Look to War on Terror for example: the chinses plotted and framed many Uyghurs for terrorist activties that never happened, or was committed by the chinese gov as framery. Now that they can get this out to the public, all they think they have to do is claim they are fighting terror, and kill us all. Fortunatly we are not going to let that happen.

Again China has multiple arms that reach everywhere, even here on this site. For all I know you could be a chinses agent.

Asian
08-05-08, 10:33
"For all I know you could be a chinses agent."

In my country, young men often say in internet (esp. recently) :

We do not like Japanese because we are Koreans.
We do not like Chinese because we are Humans.

(If you permit, I want to quot your poems. And if I were Uyghur, I would protest CCP(esp.Tuan Pai) rather than China(Chinese))


May 1st, 2008 1408 GMT in "Long road back to Beijing" in CNN's "in the field"

Asian :

Hitler’s Jugend
USSR’s Komsomol
Mao Zedong’s Red Guards
Hu Jintao’s Tuan Pai(共靑團, Communist Youth League of China)

Recent publice opinions in China's INTERNET remind me of Hu Jintao's Tuan Pai. We can see public opinions of Chinese only through state-run medias and Chinese's internet.

Mao gave bamboo spears to millions of Red Guards.
Hu is giving internet access to tens of millions of Tuan Pai.

Tuan Pai(共靑團, Communist Youth League of China)
-Age limit : 14-28
-Members : 71,880,000
-Leaders : Hu Jintao(1th ranked in China), Li Keqiang(7th, competing with Xi Jinping(6th)), Hu Chunhua(Current First Secretary in Tuan Pai)
(I guess that some chinese in these blogs are or were related to Tuan Pai.)

Hu Jintao has been on a fast track in CCP after he suppressed Tibetan's unrest in 1989 ordering discharge on Tibetan's demonstrators.

I heard that he and his followers(from Tuan Pai(共靑團)) mainly have been in charge of 200 million ethnic minorities' Autonomous regions and have not admitted their wrong policies.

I think he and his followers will not and can not admit(or change) their wrong policies on ethnic minorities (esp, after Tibetan's unrest in March).

And if he and his followers would not change their wrong policies on ethnic minorities, Beijing Olympics could not succeed.

I wonder who will be blamed after Beijing Olympics' failure (by Hu or Young Chinese's Internet).

Wikipedia says :
Xi Jinping is considered the emerging leader of China's fifth generation of leadership, and now ranks above Li Keqiang.
At the 11th National People's Congress, he was put in charge of the preparations for the 2008 Summer Olympics in Beijing.
Xi Jinping is a member from Crown Prince Party(太*黨) and was appointed as Shanghai's party chief in 2007.

When I heard the news that Xi was put in charge of Beijing Olympics by Hu Jintao, Chinese's phrase 上屋抽梯(After putting up an enemy on the roof, put away the ladder.) came to my mind.

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11-05-08, 23:17
by: Hajinur Uyghur


Through the thin film of protection clear material,
I can see what the rest of my clan cannot.
They claim that the blue planet is invisable to their ogles,
but I can see it clearly, the blue, the thin strips of white that seems to change,
and I wonder.

It can not be part of my chimera,
for I only see it when our moons hibernate.
My people have claimed I am ensorcelled,
but my sanity is much to clear.

What roams this blue sphere?
Are they like my people?
Can they communicate?
or are they ignorant like our subtle aquacreatres?

They must be kind,
for their home is the most beauitiful of all,
and so close to the mother star,
it must be warm forever there.

I wonder if they know love,
and if like my people they live in peace,
all in equality, but yet segregated by our knowledge.
But my people do not despise one another,
they respect the gifts, the talents,
the Great one gave to us,
and never would we break our circle,
in which we are all dependant of one another,
we have no wealthy nor poor,
but we have the scholarly and the freeminded,
but toghter they make our planet,
our clan what it is.

so blue,so bright,
could ever such a place be more perfect,
than the blue planet I see?
Truly it must be more perfect than ours.

I would like to meet the creatures of the blue plant somemoons soon,
and feel their warmth, and kindness,....and the blueness.

Unregistered
27-05-08, 21:44
by : Hajinur Uyghur
People say dreams are wishes you make
in your subconscious lands of peace.
And that death leaves us memories
to keep our loved ones forever in our eyes.

What happens when memories slip away
and dreams are only haunted by darkness?
Will you still be there when I need you?
Or are you just another broken vow?

“I will always, always be there for you,”
That was your last pledge to me.
But what’s a promise when it’s the last.

Unregistered
04-06-08, 13:41
by:Hajinur Uyghur

I knew no hate,
but you thought me hate through you hatred for me,
I knew not pain,
but you bought misery to my soul,
I knew not the darkness,
but you have caged me inside it.

What shall I do?
Forgive you?
Sometimes saying it
isn't as easy as believing it.
I'm sorry, but I can't forgive you.
my skies are too gray,
my heart to heavy,
and my mind in pain,
forgivness to unkind,
to be able to forgive
a beast, a dark enemy without heart nor soul.

Unregistered
06-06-08, 09:13
Who is DJ Mcguire in this clip?

Youtube de biz uchun sozlewatqan DJ digen bu kixi kim?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EHVRY...eature=related

Heyrangul

Hajinur Uyghur
28-06-08, 15:30
by: Hajinur Uyghur


As I drown into the peircing gray eyes I come to know who I am,
a body within a cage but a soul that goes beyond the skies.

My soul-wolf howls at the midnight moon with sarrow in her eyes,
and I see my soul flutter and beat the cage crying for freedom.

The knowing eyes take me in, two eyes becoming one,
and weaves the particles between us into my story.

Those two cages side by side with two creatures,
looking into each others souls will perish.

I look into her eyes, and I know my soul is free.

Hajinur Uyghur
08-03-09, 12:52
Give me light

by: Hajinur Uyghur

Free me from the agony of this darkness,
emancipate me from the monsters that imprisoned me.

Oh God, break the iron chains that keep me away from the light,
give me my freedom to roam this earth as a human being....
don't leave me here to go blind without a path to take.

I beg you, oh Lord, save me from this torment...
this torment other men have pressed into my heart.
Take away this dark shroud of fear and give me light...
Lord, give me light to help me find a way out of this cage.

Give me strength to bear the pain my heart is heavy with,
give me hope to keep the light of my faith going.

I am but a man, a servant of yours, my Lord,
leave not your faithful servant in the dark...
free me from this dead air that has envolped me.

I beg you, Lord...help me rekindle my faith,
give me strength to fight the monsters who try to keep me from you.

unregistered
09-03-09, 15:54
woow, I like reading these...

Unregistered
09-03-09, 23:10
To Hajinur Uyghur :

we will awake after reading your poem,
you are "the beuty"of our people!
they can hurt us and take our land,
but how does they can take our soul?

untill reading your poem,
I was lonely and blue.
my heart grew light with your poems,
you are "the beuty"of our people!

Hajinur Uyghur
13-03-09, 22:09
If Only Dreams Came True

- by Hajinur Uyghur


If only dreams came true
and wishes were whispers to angel ears.
If only life was a splendid judge,
and justice her only trust.
If only pain was a fairytale
written in an unpopular book.
If only love was an ember
that would forever be bright.
If only…
If only…
Freedom was a gift
bestowed to you and me.
If only tears were more delighted
and sorrow more vibrant.
If only…
If only…
Death was just another door
to peek through and grin about.
If only..
If only dreams came true.

Hajinur Uyghur
23-03-09, 14:07
Hajinur Uyghur

Many ask why there must be war...why we can't just live in peace.
There are many answers and yet there is no answer.
Some men fight war to undermine others,
to gain material needs that feul their lust.
Others fight to keep their pride,
to prompt the world that they are strong.

Then there are men who fight... who create war,
to create peace.
Those are the men I admire.
They fight... they kill not for pride...not of lust,
but for something called love.
They kill not of hate,
but to end the hate.

If another stands to rob man out of our freedom, our humanity,
then what else is there to do but stand against him.

Have we not seen enough of the terror other opress us with,
is that not enough reason to yeild a weapon to create war... to create peace,
or must we just run and hide in a deep dark hole.

Unregistered
02-06-09, 21:01
bir uqup beqing


By: Hajinur Uyghur

Freedom, Independence, life, we had all,
Mothers, fathers, and brothers, we had family,
Uighurs, people of Eastern Turkistan, we had identity.
Yes November 12th was the day of Independence.

We walked paths dripping with fresh blood,
We cleaned our land, our home with blood,
Blood dripped, life left the body, yet it was appealing,
We had what meant the most to us, we had Independence.

All our pasts, our great times, and depressions,
Our falls, our rises, our ways, our good deeds,
Our history were to be found in text, in words,
Words, words would preserve to our future.

We celebrated, we sang, danced, and more,
We spoke with our sweet native tongue,
We held our newborns in our own arms,
And we opened doors to our faith and prayed.

That was the Novembers of our past,
The times we were free, times we celebrated,
No, we no longer hold that independence,
But we do hold the will to hold it once more.

And this day and on we are ready,
like before to give all we have,
blood, lives, children, mind,
every thing we own for freedom.

Mataem
29-09-12, 13:00
10-1-1949

by: Hajinur Uyghur

All we had ever owned, all we had ever loved,
all that meant something real was stolen.
No longer the sun shone on our faces,
no longer did the clouds show us wonders.

The land beneath our feet were taken,
the skies over our heads were taken.
Our lives, our names, our identity was taken,
and even at that they tried to steal hope.

While the clouds darkened over us,
the enemy celebrated his steal.
The enemy destroyed our mosques,
our homes, our days, our pride.

They destroyed our past, our tongue,
our ways, our days, our bodies.
Yet as hard as they tried they could not,
no, they could not destroy our faith.

The earth beneath us cried that day,
the sky over us angered very,
the willows wept swaying side to side
but the people, they cried blood.

Women screamed and mourned,
Men let the inner felling go, they angered,
Children hid behind skirts, weeping more,
All the Uighurs mourned that day.

It pleased the enemy, our cries,
they could not wait to make us do so,
they spilled blood, they killed, they tortured,
they beat our bodies enough our hearts bruised.

This day, it was the day of sorrow,
the day we lost our beautiful land,
our ever blue sky, our identity,
this the day our fate was chained.

The once lovely land turned ugly,
the once beautiful sky seemed no more,
the freedom we had was no more,
yet faith still lived in all of us.

our fathers were poisoned and tortured,
our mothers beat and stolen from light,
our infants, our future, murdered inside.
Yes, the Chinese government knew to destroy.

After that day we have been named,
Named, liars, thieves, nomads,
even terrorists, but worse Chinese,
no we are never like the likes of our enemy.

The ugly names they called us,
They only described our enemy,
And their terror, their murder,
Their torture, their true identity.

We are Uighurs, not Chinese,
nor do we claim the enemy’s name.
We are beings of Eastern Turkistan.
We are Uighurs, once known, and will.

Unregistered
29-09-12, 13:41
This is the best topic ever on this board.

Unregistered
02-10-12, 00:35
By :Hajinur Uyghur


A nightmare is eating away at your dreams
A dark cloud is drowning your fields
A dragon attacks your sheep
and his king hoards your gold

Your children are ignorant
They speak not your tongue
Will you let them fade into the darkness?

Why do you not wake?
Your brother lies half dead in a cell
he has no shame for his crime
will you condemn his call for freedom?

You sleep still
Your fields are no more
No more dreams will you have
awake and fight your nightmare

Awake! Your brother calls for you
Awake! Do not allow yourself to be enslaved
How long can you asleep?
Will you asleep until you die?

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02-10-12, 07:29
Uyghur tilini bilmey turup Erepche, Xitayche, Engiliz-Pengilische shiir yazghanlar, roman yazghanlar, bayanat ilan qilghan Uyghurlar Miyip insanlardur. Jismani ajizliq, besh ezaning kam bolushi bilen hichkim eyiplik emes. belki insanlarning ulargha korsetken ghemxorluqi, issiqliqi we mihri-shepqiti bilen ular kamliq his qilmaydu.

Uyghur Ana tilini bilmigen ugenmigen Miyiplarni kechurushke bolmaydu. ular eyiplik insanlardur. bu telep qeri-yash, er-ayallar uchun oxshash. Hajinur xanim nime uchun Uyghurche ugenmigendu? 10 yilning aldida engilische shiir ilan qilghan idi. 10 yilda bir uyghur 4 til ugunup doktor boldi.

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09-05-13, 01:15
By: Hajinur Uyghur

What is my freedom without yours?
What is this world but a large cage
Without you to share it with me?
How can I be free when you are not?

How can I escape my grief?
How can I escape my thoughts?
How can I know true happiness
When you are crying for your freedom?

Will I smile and fly?
Will I love and die?
Will I ever enjoy freedom
while you are without?

How can I call myself a free man
when my brother's cry restrains me?
How can I fly to the heavens
when you live in a hell on earth?

Do what you will.

Unregistered
16-05-13, 09:17
Hajinur Uyghur

Love is greater than sorrow
I walk the path of sorrow for love
With my head held high and proud
I make the Road of Sorrow mine.

I will walk barefoot alone on the gravel of hope
the stones and broken glass will cut through my flesh
but no rock will stop my pace
I will be a greater rock.

Years will come and go
the sun will fade away my colors
but I will race down this road
to reclaim what was mine.

Tears will fall some and then none
the darkness will grow darker and mock me
yet I will not yield my honor
out of sorrow I will weave my shroud of hope.

Some will call me crazy
other will throw rubbish at my feet
but this path is not an enemy to me
it is my dearest friend.

And when I reach my kingdom
old and gray, tattered and worn
my land and people liberated
I will die the death of a happy man.

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16-05-13, 18:36
beautiful thanks

Unregistered
02-11-14, 02:46
For the Love of Humanity

Hajinur Uyghur

Adam is a sinner, and Eve fares no better,
but Merciful God gave them knowledge.
God Almighty loved Adam and Eve
and Adam and Eve loved their Creator.

Because Glorious God loved the humans,
I loved them too, more than my very soul.
And when the All Knowing cast them from paradise,
I cried for Adam and Eve and cursed brother Lucifer.

Adam and Eve did not betray the Guardian again,
but the children of Adam and Eve have abandoned their Peace.
They love not the Truth, but the promises of paradise.
They fear not the loss of love of the Pure, but the fires of hell.

The children of Adam and Eve ignore the Wise.
The Governor bid them to love humanity,
and use the cattle and tools to sustain them.
But these humans love their tools,
and they use their brother and sisters.

Their souls disgusted me so that I disobeyed.
The one I love most on Heaven and Earth,
my only love, I told the Greatest I could bow no more.
No more could I praise these ugly creatures who betrayed my creator.

I did not say it so out of pride or malice,
My wings are of a different feather than Lucifer's.
But the compeller cast me away from paradise
and bid me see, bid me hear, and bid me to bear
the sorrows of the Children of Adam and Eve.
And the Magnificent Teacher taught me to love