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

Al-Imad alDeen

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.


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