On  the nineteenth of December,2001,

 They arrested my husband,

 Broke down our door,

 Me,in my night clothes,

 Guns, in the kids' faces,

"No one should have to put up with this",

"Shut your mouth!,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 My children...wet theirselves,

 Their Dad,forced down to the floor,

 Knees...pressed hard into the small of his back,

 'Til humanly,

 He could take no more,

 We stood there,weeping,

 helpless...shaken,

 "No one should have to live like this!",

 "Shut your mouth!, you fucking terrorist!"

 

 We were dragged to a hostel,

 While they ransacked our home,

 "Terrorist Raid!",

 Went the headlines,

 That familiar,prejudiced tone,

 

 Two days later,

 They allowed us back,

 Neighbours,shrieking,

 Ripped the veil from my face,

"No one should have to put up with this!", 

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 Rubbish....filth...thrown at our door,

 Spitting in my face,...daily,commonplace,

 Curtains twitching,

 Tongues wagging,

 Heads shaking ...from side to side,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 Had to swop our home,

 No safety there anymore,

 Fear...alienation,

 Hate,victimisation,

 My husband...imprisoned,

 And shut up in jail,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 Months passed by,

 'Til we knew where they'd put him,

 And on visits to Belmarsh,

 We were forbidden to hug him,

 In tears when he phoned us,

 Racked with pain when he phoned us,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terorist!"

 

 He used to be...normal,

 Happy,

 A loving Father,

 But discrimination equals deterioration,

 And he began to hit the wall,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 Driven insane,

 Angry,

 Labelled as psychologically mad,

 A man ...once good...decent,

 Now labelled as unforgivably bad,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth you fucking terrorist!"

 

 Transferred to Broadmoor....

 Because of his....fragilty,

 No longer allowed to visit him,

 Now forced into solitary,

 Attacked by staff daily,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 Do you know how it feels to begin to self-harm?!,

 To drink detergents?,

 Drag pens through your arms?,

 Weeping and rocking,

 Yet never even charged,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 Released...four years later.

 Yet watched around the clock,

 Inhuman conditions placed upon him,

 He...shattered and broken,

 From nightmares,

 Fears unspoken,

 Od'd on anti-psychotics,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 We have had to leave our house,our home,

 I am pregnant,

 And I cannot cope,

 With terrified children...and a broken husband,

 We cannot live without any hope,

 But I am English,

 British,...born and bred,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 We went to the airport,

 The kids and I ,...alone,

 He,not allowed to accompany us,

 No hug,

 No hand to hold,

 He is watched,forbidden....and controlled.

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terrorist!"

 

 I still fear for my Husband,

 But must now try to rebuild,

 For the sakes of all our children,

'Til Mahmoud's name is cleared,

 Four times he has tried...and failed.

 To put an end to his life,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"Shut your mouth,you fucking terroroist!"

 

 Is he guilty because he is Muslim?,

 What other reason could it be?,

 Pets are treated better than this,

 With more humanity,

 We wait now...and fight,

 To clear his name,

 So he...can with us,be,

"No one should have to put up with this!",

"We are British,we are not terrorists!"