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Ramadhan Kareem everybody. Just want to share this touching letter from a little mujahid. May we always make dua for our Muslim brethrens. May Allah protect all our Muslim brothers and sisters wherever they maybe.
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THE LETTER
I love you Dad...
Please no more tears... We will meet one day... together in Islam.
My Daddy... Let's Jihad for Peace, Good Bye Dad... Allaah be with you always.
~*~
My dear, Allaah. How wonderful You are. You have blessed us immensely, yet we fail to thank You for these blessings. Despite this fact, You continue to bless us every day, in so many ways.
O Allaah, You are so Lovely. You guided us to the straight path and informed us of the deeds we should perform in order to enter Jannah. However, we are so imprudent that we neglect those deeds which will take us to Jannah.
O Allaah, How is my daddy? He is well isn’t he? You have admitted my daddy into Your Heavens, haven’t you?
O Allaah! My daddy abandoned everything and sacrificed his life to glorify Your Deen. He did not give priority to anything in this World; neither wealth, nor property; as a matter of fact, he forgot about everything else and just remembered that Islam should be superior on this Earth. O Allaah! It is for this reason that he used to tell us stories about Muhammad Qasim, about Mahmud Ghazanwi, about Tariq Bin Zayyad and of Khalid Bin Waleed. Eventually, he too, like them, raised arms against the enemy and continued to fight until the last drop of his blood had spilt from his body. O Allaah! Give my Salaam to my daddy and tell him that his little boy is absolutely fine. O Allah, please also tell him that his little boy will try the first fast of his life, during this Ramadhan.
Oh Allaah ! Tell my daddy not to be worried in our absence; the life of this world is very short. Mummy says that the life of this world will end suddenly, and then no mummy, daddy, brother, sister, son, or daughter will be of any use. However on that day the Shaheed will be able to intercede for seventy members of his family and lead them into Jannah (Paradise).
O Allaah! Tell my daddy that whenever mummy talks to me about him, she is very sorrowful, but she gives me a lot of courage. She weeps silently, but has never cried impatiently and uncontrollably. O Allaah! Tell my daddy not to get distressed. My mummy is very courageous. She earns a living by sewing clothes and washing dishes for people in our neighbourhood. She sends me to school during the day and to the mosque in the evening. At the mosque I learn the Qur’an from the Qari. My mummy has never complained to anyone. Instead, at night-time after finishing her work, she tells me stories of bravery and courage, as my daddy used to, and says I must avenge the killing of my daddy.
O Allaah! Eid is near. The other children are going to buy new shoes with their daddys. They have had new garments tailor-made and have bought Eid gifts to exchange with friends. Whenever I ask mummy to buy me some new shoes and clothes she does not answer me. She just remains silent and goes into the other room. Now I have stopped asking her. Maybe she has a good reason.
But Allaah! Tell my daddy not to worry. Even if I do not get new clothes, even if I do not get new shoes; so what? Eid is but a day, it will pass. Instead of passing the day playing, as children do and instead of going to the markets, I will spend it in the company of my mummy. Anyway, I am no longer a child. I have matured. My courage and resolve are very strong.
O Allaah! Tell my daddy that we are very happy. We do not lack anything. Just tell daddy to remember us; and Allaah, tell my daddy not to worry, as I no longer cry.
There is no-one who will lovingly tell me off, there is no-one to play fight with me, there is no-one who will pretend to be upset with me, but mummy tries to ensure that I am always happy.
When I hear of the childrens of Afghanistan, Iraq, Palestine, Ambon and Checnya that their homes have been destroyed and their parents murdered by the oppressors, I forget about my own sorrows. I see their pictures in the newspapers; they sit despondently; some sit on the rubble of their houses, some sit forlorn on the dead bodies of their relatives. And that is why Allaah, I would like you to tell my daddy not to worry, because I am not sad.
wrote by a lil mujahid, Abdul Hameed Hamza.
(Translated by Umm Rawhiyah)
Ramadhan Kareem everybody. Just want to share this touching letter from a little mujahid. May we always make dua for our Muslim brethrens. May Allah protect all our Muslim brothers and sisters wherever they maybe.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THE LETTER
I love you Dad...
Please no more tears... We will meet one day... together in Islam.
My Daddy... Let's Jihad for Peace, Good Bye Dad... Allaah be with you always.
~*~
My dear, Allaah. How wonderful You are. You have blessed us immensely, yet we fail to thank You for these blessings. Despite this fact, You continue to bless us every day, in so many ways.
O Allaah, You are so Lovely. You guided us to the straight path and informed us of the deeds we should perform in order to enter Jannah. However, we are so imprudent that we neglect those deeds which will take us to Jannah.
O Allaah, How is my daddy? He is well isn’t he? You have admitted my daddy into Your Heavens, haven’t you?
O Allaah! My daddy abandoned everything and sacrificed his life to glorify Your Deen. He did not give priority to anything in this World; neither wealth, nor property; as a matter of fact, he forgot about everything else and just remembered that Islam should be superior on this Earth. O Allaah! It is for this reason that he used to tell us stories about Muhammad Qasim, about Mahmud Ghazanwi, about Tariq Bin Zayyad and of Khalid Bin Waleed. Eventually, he too, like them, raised arms against the enemy and continued to fight until the last drop of his blood had spilt from his body. O Allaah! Give my Salaam to my daddy and tell him that his little boy is absolutely fine. O Allah, please also tell him that his little boy will try the first fast of his life, during this Ramadhan.
Oh Allaah ! Tell my daddy not to be worried in our absence; the life of this world is very short. Mummy says that the life of this world will end suddenly, and then no mummy, daddy, brother, sister, son, or daughter will be of any use. However on that day the Shaheed will be able to intercede for seventy members of his family and lead them into Jannah (Paradise).
O Allaah! Tell my daddy that whenever mummy talks to me about him, she is very sorrowful, but she gives me a lot of courage. She weeps silently, but has never cried impatiently and uncontrollably. O Allaah! Tell my daddy not to get distressed. My mummy is very courageous. She earns a living by sewing clothes and washing dishes for people in our neighbourhood. She sends me to school during the day and to the mosque in the evening. At the mosque I learn the Qur’an from the Qari. My mummy has never complained to anyone. Instead, at night-time after finishing her work, she tells me stories of bravery and courage, as my daddy used to, and says I must avenge the killing of my daddy.
O Allaah! Eid is near. The other children are going to buy new shoes with their daddys. They have had new garments tailor-made and have bought Eid gifts to exchange with friends. Whenever I ask mummy to buy me some new shoes and clothes she does not answer me. She just remains silent and goes into the other room. Now I have stopped asking her. Maybe she has a good reason.
But Allaah! Tell my daddy not to worry. Even if I do not get new clothes, even if I do not get new shoes; so what? Eid is but a day, it will pass. Instead of passing the day playing, as children do and instead of going to the markets, I will spend it in the company of my mummy. Anyway, I am no longer a child. I have matured. My courage and resolve are very strong.
O Allaah! Tell my daddy that we are very happy. We do not lack anything. Just tell daddy to remember us; and Allaah, tell my daddy not to worry, as I no longer cry.
There is no-one who will lovingly tell me off, there is no-one to play fight with me, there is no-one who will pretend to be upset with me, but mummy tries to ensure that I am always happy.
When I hear of the childrens of Afghanistan, Iraq, Palestine, Ambon and Checnya that their homes have been destroyed and their parents murdered by the oppressors, I forget about my own sorrows. I see their pictures in the newspapers; they sit despondently; some sit on the rubble of their houses, some sit forlorn on the dead bodies of their relatives. And that is why Allaah, I would like you to tell my daddy not to worry, because I am not sad.
wrote by a lil mujahid, Abdul Hameed Hamza.
(Translated by Umm Rawhiyah)
