Al-MujahidPeople look at him, not knowing him for who he really is.
His true soul invisible to all but Allah.
His deeds known to none but the One above.
By night when all have gone home
Does he clean the toilets and scrub the floors of the Masaajid.
By day does he work for his family with his hands
Halal money to feed Halal to the little mouths
Never does a person come to him and not go away in smiles.
Gentle and loving is he to the children as they run towards him Screaming in delight.
He shares the silence of the Fuqaraa’
And is no stranger to the troubles of the Yateem.
Unbeknownst to him, Allah said:
“I love my servant.”
And thereupon Jibrael called out to the mukhluqaat: “Love him”
And the mukhluqaat loves him.
Little does he know.
He held tightly to his Deen when it was
Like a piece of shining gold.
He held it even tighter when it became
Like a piece of burning hot coal.
At night does he fight sleep
And arises from his warm bed
In the midst of Tahajjud in tears
Does he call out unto hi Lord:
“Allahummar zuqni Shahadah!”
Defender of the Nisaa’
Protector of the oppressed
Supporter of the weak
Guardian of the Quran
His heart has no space for nifaaq or riyaa
Jealousy or hate
He knows no hate or bias against any Believer anywhere.
He was present at Badr
Felling the Unbelieving criminals
Alongside the Rasulallah (saws)
At Uhud he stood his ground on the mountain
Raining arrows of death down on Khalid’s charge.
He was there at Mutah when the three commanders fell one by one
‘Till Saifullah led the Believers back to safety
He was there right next to his brother Al’Barra
In the Garden of Death as they fought the Liar’s army
To open the gates of that bloody oasis.
He was there with Sa’d as they crossed the river
To face the Persians across the vast expanse.
His heart was firm as the horses tread above the water.
Saying nothing but “Husbunallahu waNa’mal Wakeel”
He was there as Commander Tariq ordered the boats to be burned
Fighting the Disbelieving Goths fearlessly
And marched past the Pyrenees to establish the banner of Islam.
He was the first in the smoky pack as Bin Qasim and the others poured down
The mountain slopes, racing towards death with a smile on his face
He avenged his slain brethren at Hittin
For what the savage heathens did in 1099
And was there when Salahuddin opened the gates of Al-Quds.
Truly he was there on that rock
In the Valley of Ayn Jalut, yelling
“Wa Islamah! Wa Islamah! Ya Shababbul Islam!!”
As the Mameluke army smashed their way through the Mongol waves.
He was amongst the first to march out when the Muslimah was dishonored
She cried “Ya Mu’tasim where are you?!”
And soon the Greek city of Amouriah too, came under Muslim rule.
Aye, he was the one amongst the ghostly Jaanissar
As they raced up the tower alongside his mujahid brother Hasan Ulu Badi
Knowing that at the top they would meet their end under a killer rain of arrows
But he raised Al’Liwaa high after Hasan fell; his perfumed blood still marks the spot
And Sultan Fatih entered the city as the Victorious one.
He was present at Jaaji, Jalalabad, and Kabul
as the vodka drinking Russian khinzeer were thrown out of Afghanistan,
and Allah’s Sakinah descended from above.
He was there alongside his brother Zubayr al-Madani
as they fought in defense of Sarajevo airport
He stood firmly as the fighting grew fierce While others fled.
He rode with the shababb ul-Islam to detonate the Crusader army at Khobar
To clear al-Jazirah, true to the command of the Rasul (saws) as he lay on his deathbed
Indeed, Shababbul-Jannah, and not cowards as the Kuffar accuse
When his brother Jibrael Abu-Adam from Atlanta
Fell on the streets of Kashmir, he was there to avenge him
Sending a deadly force of lead bullets back at the filthy Hindu dogs.
He went to Grozny once again to teach the Russian pigs
What it means to mess with the best.
You tangle with the Mujahideen and off you go to that eternal-burning place
He held down the Kuffar as his brother Abu Maryam went to slay that Philippine dog.
Laughing his way through the blizzard of bullets, crying Allahu-Akbar, Allahu-Akbar, Allahu-Akbar.
He’ll return to Philistine once again, that Ancient Land Running to the Gate of Ludd,
To see none other than Ibn Maryam slay that Yahuudi Liar.
For each bullet he takes, he sends back dozen more.
With each kafir that he slays, he knows that
Another one of the Believing women will not be humiliated
Another one of his Muslim brothers will not be shot in front of his little ones.
Allah decides which bullet has his name on it
He feels it not at is goes deep into his flesh
As he falls, with that joyous smile on his face
“La Ilaha Ilallah muhammad arRasulallah! Allahu Akbar!
Look in the sky! Look what I can see! Allahu Akbar!”
Even before the first drop of that fresh blood falls
Allah with His Mercy wipes the slate clean
The angels bearing his soul straight to Al-Firdaus
His soul, like the inside of green birds,
Glides around the ‘Arsh as it pleases.
On that big Day, when his blood, still fresh
Smelling as sweet as the musk of Jannah,
Will flow from his wounds, badges of honor
That none will fail to recognize the warrior
On that Day, when he shall have no fear nor shall he grieve
A Day on which the Book in his Right hand shall be heavy
As the angels send their salutations
On the Day when the Hur al’Ayn give him the sweet drink
From Al-Kauthar with their own soft hands,
laughing and bursting with pleasure
Indeed, this and more is what he bargained for
As he sold the World for that which was better.
And on this day verily does he receive his Rank
“The Prophets, the Siddiqin, the Martyrs, and the righteous. And how excellent these companions are!”[Quran 4 : 69]
Who is he?
He is the fighting spirit of Iman that is in all Mujahideen
He was, and is present, inside the hearts of all the Shuhadaa.