domingo, 12 de febrero de 2017
A Message from the Shaheed on the eve of his Martyrdom Operation againsta CIA Team in Khost
O Hesitant One: It is an obligation
Abu Dujaanah Al-Khorasani
(May Allah accept Him)
O hesitant one:
It is an obligation!
Abu Dujaanah Al-Khorasani
(May Allah Accept Him)
A Message from the Shaheed
on the eve of his Martyrdom Operation
againsta CIA Team in Khost
Rabi’ al-Awwal 1431
All praise is due to Allah, the One, the Most High, and prayers and peace be upon the Cheerful One, the Slayer, our Chief Muhammad, and upon his family and all his companions and those who follow their guidance until the Day of Judgement.
I greet you with the greeting of Islam: peace be upon you and the mercy of Allah and His blessings.
As for what comes after:
This is a brief letter of motivation to Jihad in Allah’s path which I leave in the mailbox of a Muslim who is wavering between the honor of going forth and the humiliation of staying behind.
Know, my brother, that I singled you out for this letter due to my conviction that you are the closest among all people to the Mujahideen in Allah’s path. Almost no Mujahid goes forth to the fields of competition without passing through this stage of indecision and lingering. However, while for some a few days, hours or minutes suffice, for others this stage goes on and on until even his entire life isn’t enough for him to make up his mind.
And don’t think, my beloved brother, that your brother, this poor slave, isn’t aware of your condition. I lived among you for such a long time that it is as if I am wandering around in one of the impoverished neighborhoods of your emotion, or resting my head on a cold sidewalk in the border zone between consciousness and unconsciousness where you have hidden the love of Jihad from sight and exiled it like a stranger without an identity or like a lonely heart searching for company.
So I am calling to you from there, from the depth of your hearts, with words whose letters resemble pieces of my body which I scatter like severed limbs in the ether, for their echoes to reverberate in your ears forever, and for me to plant them like seeds in your consciences, in the hope that out of them will grow Jihad if I water them with my blood tomorrow.
Oh, if only I had something other than these words with which to call on you, then I would have flown to you without wings, like a breeze which comes before the winds, in order to stand in front of each one of you, with my eyes looking into your eyes and my hands on your shoulders, to shake you and recite to you Allah’s statement, “Unless you go forth, He will punish you with a painful punishment, and put others in your place. But Him you would not harm in the least.” (9:39)
Oh, if only I had as many souls as there are hairs on my head, so that I could send them to the minarets of all mosques in the realms of the Muslims, to call out to the people on the day of the weekly congregation, “O you who have responded to ‘Come to the prayer,’ there is no good in you if you turn your backs on ‘Come to Jihad!’”
Until when must love of the Jihad remain confined to daydreams and private thoughts, only coming into view in slips of the tongue? Until when must this longing remain reduced to an embarrassed tear you shed when you see the tragedies of the Muslims, or a passing elation you experience when you hear a Nasheed or read a poem? Until when must love of the Jihad remain just another one of those hobbies of yours with which you while away your free time?
We’re neither looking for discerning viewers nor the emotions of sympathizers. We’re looking for you in our midst, and if we don’t find you, we shall continue to look, and look again. We shall target you with our media productions, laying for you emboldening ambushes and planting motivational mines, in the hope that they will blow up on you as admonishments and reminders which will fill your souls with thoughts and inflame your hearts with a desire to join the caravan of champions. And even if it means having to preoccupy ourselves entirely with you instead of our enemies, we will preoccupy ourselves with you until you join us.
We shall continue to search for you and search again, sometimes like a beautiful dream which tempts you, and sometimes like a terrifying shadow which chases you, in order to disturb your peace and quiet and make your life miserable every time we remind you of your desertion of the Mujahideen.
We shall send you coded messages whose meaning only you will understand, in newscasts, newspapers, and websites. Every report which talks about us you will read as if it is talking about you. Every discussion about us will seem as if it is complaining to Allah about your staying behind us. You will hear your real names and see your photographs between the lines, among the words and behind the scenes, as you are now on the Mujahideen’s most-wanted list. You will sense that the Mujahideen aren’t targeting anyone else in this world other than you, and that they aren’t inciting anyone to fight except you, until you join us.
You shall be pursued by the meanings of explicit Ayahs and the texts of authentic Hadeeths. You shall be pursued by the chapters of Ibn Hisham’s Seerah and the lines of The Lion of the Jungle on Knowledge of the Sahaabah, until you begin to imagine that ‘Umair bin al-Humam was killed in the battle of al-Falujah, or that Anas bin al-Nadr carried out a martyrdom operation in Khost. You shall never find enjoyment in any of your habits, nor even in your acts of worship, as long as you continue to refrain from Jihad. We shall continue to search for you, and search again, until you join us.
My brothers in Allah: Allah has tested the Ummah with idols who have led the people away from their religion, and thus the Sunnah has been deserted and Bid’ah has spread, and sound nature has been corrupted and Jihad has become a reckless venture and gamble in the eyes of many among the Muslim laity; and human devils sit beside jinni devils on the pathways of the Muslim to turn him away from Jihad in the path of Allah, by telling him, “Are you going to perform Jihad in the path of Allah, and get yourself killed, and let your wife remarry and your children become orphans?!” and by telling him, “To whom are you leaving your pretty wife?! Who will be dutiful to your frail mother?! Who will take care of your little child and your elderly father?! And how can you abandon your wonderful work and desert your beautiful house?!”
But if you were to mention in front of them that you are going not to Jihad in Allah’s path, but to spend a summer vacation or take a course in some worldly sciences, you would see their faces brighten, and they would help you with their time, money and counsel, and they would wish they could accompany you, even if only in your suitcase. “If it had been an immediate gain and a short journey, they would certainly have followed you, but the long journey seemed too far to them.” (9:42)
Beware, my brother, of being turned away from the obligation of Jihad by these enemies, who have concealed themselves in the cloak of family and friends. Beware of letting them deceive and mislead you. “O you who believe! Among your wives and your children are some who are your enemies, so beware of them.” (64:14)
Beware, O undecided one, of agreeing to live according to others’ convictions after seeing the truth and having its happiness mix with your heart. Don’t be like Abu Talib, the uncle of Allah’s Messenger (peace and prayers of Allah be upon him), who was certain that his nephew was a Prophet sent by Allah, but who, when death came to him, insisted that his end be in accordance with his enemies’ wishes, and thus he said in his last breath, “[I die] on the religion of our forefathers from [the tribe of] Quraysh.”
And you, O you who realized that Jihad is the truth but chose to stay behind: when death comes to you on your sickbed and you are surrounded by those who claimed once upon a time that Jihad is annihilation and staying behind is survival, they will exchange glances of sympathy over you in despondent silence and with an awkward shedding of tears by those of them who loved you the most; as for the others, their minds will be preoccupied with the procedures of washing and burial and how to pay the hospital bill, so they will leave on your table a bouquet of flowers on which they have written the last of their lies to you in this world: “For a speedy recovery,” although they know for certain that death has come to snatch you from their midst.
And that when death inserts its claws
You find that all amulets are worthless
That’s when you will remember these words of mine, and you will be overcome with regret, but the time for regret will have passed. The reel of Shaheeds will pass rapidly before you: Hamza bin Abd al-Muttalib…Anas bin al-Nadr…Abdullah Azzam…Abu Mus’ab al-Zarqawi…Abu al-Laith al-Libi…Abu Jihad al-Misri; and after these Shaheeds, your life will appear. Woe to you that death has taken you so quickly and in such a short period of time. It is then that you will realize that you are the loser and that those slackers and deserters around you swindled you. You will realize that you aren’t the same as those Mujahideen you used to love, even if you resemble them in your points of view and your claiming to love going forth in Allah’s path; whereas they died the way they loved and wished for, you died the way the slackers around you love. And there is neither power nor strength except with Allah.
I would like to relate to you a short story, in the hope that it will motivate you to Jihad in Allah’s path. It is the story of a disabled man in a wheelchair who decided to go forth in Allah’s path. His name is Ahmad, a non-Arab Muslim afflicted with an illness which wrecked his lower legs, and as a result he can only walk using his hands. However, his defiant spirit insisted that he join his brothers in the land of Jihad.
As soon as he reached the Mujahideen’s base, he demanded that the Amir include his name in the nightly guard duty schedule. When the Amir agreed, in order to placate him, he began to cry out of delight and happiness that his eyes would spend a night guarding in the path of Allah; and Allah decreed that I sleep outside, near the guard point, so I could witness what happened that night.
From the time that guard duty began until the first rays of dawn, Ahmad sat, guarding his station in Allah’s path, remembering Allah and asking His forgiveness, and crying all the while. I was stunned by Allah’s grace towards that man and how He provided his eyes – on a single night – with both the blessing of guarding in Allah’s path and the blessing of shedding tears out of fear and awe of Allah.
Sleep would overpower me occasionally, but I would always wake up to find him as he was, unabated. The rest of the guards would rotate in shifts, while he diligently stationed himself in his place. I asked myself in amazement: are the Muslims in our countries aware of the existence of these Jihadi paradigms in our contemporary time, or have they been deceived by the rows of slackers and columns of deserters they see around them? I swear by Allah, were there nothing else in Jihad other than the blessing of being near such people and drinking from the spring of their biographies, it would be enough. So reflect – O hesitant ones – on the good things on which you have made yourselves miss out.
My brothers in Allah: know that when conviction weakens and faith recedes, and the soul depends on the senses it receives to construct its beliefs, that is when man takes a step towards materialism and a step away from faith in the unseen, and becomes at peace with this worldly life and happy with it, and turns his back on the hereafter and becomes disturbed at its mention, and the life of this world becomes the sensible reality and the next life the unknown fantasy; and here is where the creed of man deviates, and he becomes one of the worshippers of the five senses who only believes in the adornments of the worldly life, which he is able to see, and whose intellect is now totally incapable of imagining any type of life other than this life which he has seen.
His parable is that of the fetus in his mother’s womb, sitting in three types of darkness; he can barely see, hear or speak. He is like someone drowning in a well of water, unable to control anything around him. He doesn’t know where he is going nor when nor why. He lies in his mother’s womb, stripped of his will and freedom.
This fetus doesn’t know the truth about life outside the womb. He might consider it to be an unknown or a form of nothingness, on the basis of the information his limited senses provide him with. And had Allah given these fetuses, with their immature intellects, the ability to communicate with each other, they would have written books and composed poems disparaging the moment of birth and describing its difficulties, labor pains and blood, and how some of them are grabbed by their heads while others are pulled out by their legs. They would have depicted the first scream following birth as if it were one of the throes of death. The moment of birth in their literature would be the equivalent of death in our literature, and they would cling to their life in the womb despite the loneliness, subordination and darkness found in it. They would sing about its beauty and perfection, whereas they would fear birth, and wish to escape it, because it will bring them to a meeting with a new stage which their senses haven’t before seen.
But the truth is the opposite of what the fetus imagines, because he has only entered the womb in order to be prepared to enter the flow of life, and the years of his life will only begin after the birth event which he thought was a sudden death. We know that for certain because we have experienced the two stages and our senses have seen them both, and that’s why you don’t find anyone who longs to go back to the womb; and this is what death is like in the eyes of the believer, who has become certain that the life of this world is nothing but his prison; and this is what death is like in the eyes of the Mujahid in Allah’s path: he looks at it as nothing more than another birth on the way to entering the flow of eternal happiness.
True, we haven’t seen a martyr come back to this world to tell us about what he saw, but it is faith in Allah, His Book and His Messenger, the faith which makes us wish for death in Allah’s path and crave it. I swear by He in whose Hand is my soul that this worldly life is narrower and more restrictive for the believer than the mother’s womb is for her fetus, and that the easiest way for him to free himself from this restriction is martyrdom in Allah’s path. In fact, the blood, suffering and pain which the fetus goes through in order to reach the life of this world is a horrible tragedy when compared with the killing of the martyr, for whom it feels like nothing more than an insect bite. This is death in the culture of the Mujahid: a transition from one deficient life to another perfect one, which, although he hasn’t experienced it, he knows by heart, through Allah’s description of it. “And He will bring them in unto the Garden which He has made known to them.” (47:6)
Those who have been killed in Allah’s path aren’t dead, even if you have buried their bodies beneath the earth. They aren’t dead, even if you ask mercy for them as though they have died. They aren’t dead, even if you have shed tears for them and opened your houses for consolations. They are alive, but you don’t feel it. They are alive, in a place which your senses haven’t before seen, but you aren’t aware of it. And were Allah to give you the opportunity to look for a moment at their life in Paradise, the garrisons would be flooded with those who seek that life; and were Allah to give you the opportunity to listen to one conversation between two martyrs in the breasts of green birds in Paradise, you would know that they are the ones who are asking Allah to have mercy on you and grant you resolve.
My undecided brother: allow me to once again speak to the Islam, manhood and chivalry in you, by telling you this story. Close your eyes for a moment, and give free rein to your imagination to depict for you the events of this story, which took place in the country of the Afghans. Don’t listen to these words, but instead, view them as if they are being shown in front of you on a screen inside your brain.
One day, the Americans raided an Afghan village in order to capture two Taliban commanders who had made them taste all types of woes. Following fierce resistance, the two men were martyred. We reckon them to be so and Allah is their Reckoner. But this didn’t quench the cross-worshippers’ thirst for revenge, so they took the two commanders’ wives to their helicopter, and then, while circling at a high altitude, they began to throw the women’s clothes to the ground, so that the people of the village could see what was happening to the two commanders’ wives.
When I recall the details of this story and swallow the bitterness of its scenes moment by moment, I wish that I had a million lives on the face of this earth so that I could destroy them one after the other in avenging our chaste Muslim sisters. I wish that the evil scholars, who participated with the Americans in this crime through their despicable fatwas which prohibit Jihad and legitimize occupation, could be gathered on a single plateau for the widows and orphans of the Mujahideen to pelt them with shoes until they are buried alive under the boots.
But don’t open your eyes yet, my brother, because the scene hasn’t ended. Imagine that these sisters in Islam were your mothers, or your sisters, or your wives. Do you dare to imagine that? Do you dare to think about that? If your answer is “no,” then know that this is what is really happening on the soil of Afghanistan. This is what the filthy infidels are doing to the chaste and pure Muslim women. This is just one of the many scenes which the media hide from the people. So what are you going to do about it, now that you know?
I am amazed at how some of you are able to go back to your lives and lusts after hearing these words of mine, as if the matter doesn’t concern you. What I told you, O Muslims, isn’t a story from the heritage of the American Indians, nor a scene from the tragedy of the Vietnam War: no, it is happening on the soil of the Muslims, O Nation of Muhammad (peace and prayers of Allah be upon him). These women whose private parts were exposed and honors were violated are from the Nation of the Messenger of Allah (peace and prayers of Allah be upon him). They face the direction we face in prayer, they fast during the month we fast, and they make the pilgrimage to Allah’s Sacred House. So there is no good in you if you don’t come to their aid, and there is no manhood in you if you don’t avenge them.
O you who hesitate to come to Jihad, I won’t relate to you the heroic stories of men in the country of the Afghans in order to call you to the fight. Instead, I will tell you about some of the heroics of the women here, in order to assess your manhood and put it to the test, and in order for you to find out whether you are a real man from those who have fulfilled the covenant they made with Allah, by departing for the land of Jihad, or a counterfeit man whose masculinity is only attested to by his birth certificate.
One of the female martyrdom seekers went to a checkpoint of the apostates, and pretended to cry so that the largest possible number of troops would gather around her; and as soon as they had all gathered around her, she shouted “Allahu Akbar” and detonated her belt, for her soft body to turn into blazing shrapnel which severed the limbs of the enemies of Allah.
Another woman, an elderly one, when some emigrants came to stay at her home, took up her weapon, a PK machine gun, and stood guard over the brothers. When they asked her to rest, she told them, “No, by Allah; should the enemies of Allah come, no one other than me will fight them.”
Another young woman advertises her bride-price to everyone: that she is ready to marry any man who will help her to carry out a martyrdom operation against the unbelievers and apostates.
And prior to this is what happened here in Pakistan, when the female students of Shaykh Abdul Rasheed Ghazi chose resolve over the exemption they had been given and insisted on staying until death to help Allah’s Shari’ah. Someone whom I don’t accuse of lying related to me that rivers of blood flowed from the mosque, and that when the people put their hands in the stream of blood, they took out eyes and fragments of bone and hair, which were all that remained of some of our martyred sisters, due to the extent of the massacre committed against them.
This is what was given to Islam by Zainab, ‘A’ishah, Khadijah and Ruqiyyah; so what have you given to this religion, O Harb, and O Dirgham, and O Ja’far and O Ghalib? What have you given to Islam, O undecided ones? What will you say to Allah tomorrow, when He gathers you together at the fixed time of an appointed Day? What excuse will you put forward, when our heroic sisters have torpedoed all your flimsy arguments?
My undecided brother: I would like to end this talk of mine with a Hadeeth about the virtue of martyrdom in Allah’s path. I swear by Allah that I believe it to be one of the most comprehensive Hadeeths ever reported on this subject. ‘Aamir bin Sa’ad narrated that his father (with whom Allah was pleased) said that a man came to the prayer, while the Prophet (peace and prayers of Allah be upon him) was leading it, and when he reached the row of worshippers, he said, “O Allah, give me the best thing You give Your righteous slaves.” When the Prophet (peace and prayers of Allah be upon him) finished the prayer, he asked, “Who spoke just now?” The man said, “It was me, O Messenger of Allah.” So the Messenger of Allah told him, “Therefore your steed will be crippled and you will be martyred in Allah’s path.”
Allah is the Greatest! Allah is the Greatest! Allah is the Greatest! Martyrdom in Allah’s path by having one’s steed crippled and oneself martyred is the best thing that Allah gives His righteous slaves as stated by the Messenger of Allah (peace and prayers of Allah be upon him).
So come, brothers! Come to the act of worship which is not equaled by any other act of worship! Come to the way of being killed which the Chief of Creation (peace and prayers of Allah be upon him) wished for thrice. Come to the dignity which the martyr never forgets, even after entering Paradise, and because of which he asks Allah to return him to this world so he can be killed in His path ten times. Demolish the barriers, cross the borders, defy all the security apparatuses, and burst out from all directions towards a Paradise as wide as the heavens and the earth which Allah has prepared for His slaves the martyrs.
“You will soon remember what I say to you. And I entrust my affair to Allah.” (44:40) “And Allah has full power and control over His affairs; but most among mankind do not know [that].” (12:21)
29 December, 2009.
Your brother in Allah,
Abu Dujaanah al-Khorasani