** MUJAHID **
** I sit here, O Allah, reading the news of the Muslim Nation,
It seems as if Your slaves are on permanent vacation,
For we O Allah, are not fulfilling our obligation,
With all this anger, sadness and frustration,
How did we ever reach to this stage of humiliation?
How did we ever become so low and astray?
Our children are killed everyday,
Indeed the Ummah we did betray,
In it’s time of humiliation and need,
We left Your command O Allah and did not take heed,
And now slowly slowly, this Ummah I see it rotting like decay
I have woken up to the reality, O Allah, that Jihad is the only way.
I see the Mujahid up in the cold icy mountains
His life heading for the Blessed Garden of pure fountains
With the Qur’an in one hand and a rifle in another,
Fearing none but You O Allah - how blessed is this brother,
To fulfill to his Lord his duty,
To gain al-Hoor with all their beauty,
He strove to protect Your slaves O Lord,
When many of us turned away and ignored,
For the Ummah, O Allah - he was one of its Swords.
O Allah, I long to tread in the same path,
To avoid your anger and wrath,
And for You to raise my status and degree,
And Grant me Martyrdom all by Your Decree,
For verily al-Jihad has become an Obligation upon me,
Everyday from the time of Fajr I awake,
I long to be a Martyr, O Allah, for Your Sake,
My eyes are wet with tears, and my heart is in ache,
I long for the Day of Martyrdom.
O Allah, You are the one who decrees,
And You give what You will to whom You will,
O Allah, I ask You out of Your endless generosity,
And out of Your Great Bounty,
To grant me Martyrdom in Your path,
O Allah give me the courage and the strength
For You are the all-Mighty all-Powerful,
There is no strength nor power except from You,
And You are able to do all things,
O Allah, the Most Kind,
Grant me a death where I am slain in Your Path,
So I can come to You on the Day of Qiyamah as a Martyr to meet You,
A death that You are most pleased with,
A death with which all my sins are forgiven, (except debt)
A death with which I can intercede for my relatives on al-Qiyamah,
A death with which my soul lives in the Heart of the Green Birds,
Where I can roam around freely in Jannah,
Where I can see You and Your Throne,
O Allah grant me the death of a Martyr,
O Allah, the Most Merciful, The Bestower,
Grant me my Du’aa, grant me my martyrdom, for You are the One who answers the Supplications of Your Slaves.
Send Your Peace and Blessings upon Muhammad,
And All the Praises and Thanks are for You, O Lord of the Worlds.
Written by Ammatur-Rahman bint Mujahid **