Anonymous_One Posted March 15, 2005 I felt this topic belonged to both the Islam and Poetry forum --------- The Islamic Struggle I say my final salaams to my right then my left concluded my salat and took a deep breath Half of us prayed salat while the others stand guard We have to be ready because the enemy isn’t far I grab a handful of desert sand And walk over to where my men stand I slowly release every grain and let it scatter across the land Over 300 men armed and ready equipped with a sword or machete Our body armor isn’t much, but our belief in Allah remains heavy All dressed in black With the shahadah written on our backs Lined up at our boarder where the enemy wants to attack If my men weren’t true mujahids, they surely would have ran But none of them move a muscle, they wait for my command Each one on a horse Determined to stay on course Determined to please Allah, even if that means using force “In the name of Allah master of the universe The men who wish to attack us are one of the worst They think they have all the weaponry, but are only equipped with Allah’s curse But we have the Quran which we follow verse by verse That means we must fight, but try our best not to sin anonymous We won’t truly win Unless we follow the teachings of the great prophet Mohamed peace be upon him That means we must not harm a child, women, or elder, a person who is unarmed, or someone who wants to surrender. Whatever the outcome of the battle may be It will inshallah lead us all to victory. If we live to see victory, we can raise our hands high with our weapons But if we fall on the battlefield, we will be raised to the 7th heaven So mujahids please join me In the battle of jihad where victory is a certainty.†There ain’t a cloud in the sky but you can hear the rumble of thunder It’s the sound of the enemy closing in; its clear that we’re outnumbered As the distant between us becomes narrow I signal my men to fire the first wave of arrows Many of the enemies fall on their backs We attack in packs ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat With the help of my lord, Many fall victim to my double-edged sword Suddenly a man appeared out of nowhere like a jinn Quickly drew his sword and stabbed me in my abdomen I slash my sword in the battle of jihad gracefully Where he’s head use to reside is now a vacancy Judging by the amount of enemies that lay in the sand It seems my people have gained the upper hand After a long fierce battle under the hot sun Many enemies lay dead, while others run Victory was awarded to those who believed “Allah is one!†I sustained too much damage from the enemy’s brigade My vision begins to fade Inshallah I will be resurrected under Allah’s shade Even though I’m dead, I can still see I see two beautiful angels descending upon me One of them takes out a cloth that smelt of a perfume A fragrance so powerful, it could be smelt from the moon “Oh servant of Allah, your meeting with Allah is near But have no fear Because you are a servant that Allah holds dear. You were faced with the challenge and passed the test For that you have achieved ultimate success So come blessed soul who’s love for a Allah was pure and true and into the hereafter where Allah has prepared Jannah for you.†Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
