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I love you Dad...
Please no more tears... We will meet
oneday... 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 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)
Dont know why.. I always feel like crying if
read this letter. This is really heart
breaking.
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Sister Dina
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