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Advani ! I'm back again
Hazrat Maulana Masood Azher's first speech after
gaining his freedom
On gaining his freedom Maulana Masood Azher visited
Karachi to meet his asatizah-i-keram and akabir
ulama-i-keram. On his arrival at Darul Ifta wal
Irshad, giving in to the demands of the thousands of
his admirers gathered there, he delivered a short
speech. From this speech (given below) the readers can
very well guess that Maulana Azher?s voice still
retains its thunderous quality, that he still has a
total command over the language, in fact much more
than ever before. May Allah Ta?ala grant him more
power, and enable the Muslim ummah to gain from him.
As soon as Maulana Azher appeared the whole crowd
roared with one voice, Narah-i-takbeer, ?Allahu
Akber?, Sabiluna, Sabiluna, ?Al-jihad, Al-Jihad?.
It's clear upon the world
As soft as flowers
As sharp as swords are we
Fill the air with fragrance
Or bathe in blood shall we
The dancing rays everywhere
Have put to flight
The darkness of the night
Awake are now the mad ones
Awaken the whole world shall we
My proud Muslim elders, brothers and friends! It was
the year 1992, the cold month of December and the
sixth day of the month the Kuffar put us to the test.
Thousands of mushriks, chanting the names of their
idols, raising slogans against Islam, challenging the
honour of the Muslims had advanced upon the Babri
Masjid in Ajodhiya. The entire Muslim world stood
transfixed. Though some were not even aware of what
was happening, yet others were sobbing crying with
anguish and pain. Finally, the heavens witnessed the
scene, the earth watched too as defying the one
billion and two hundred twenty million Muslims, the
Hindus attacked and martyred the 550 year old Babri
Masjid.
By demolishing the Masjid the Hindus were testing the
Muslims, watching what they would do; what the Muslim
governments would do, the Muslim citizens would do.
The India which was already shedding the blood of the
Muslims in Kashmir, the India which had tried with all
its might to break Pakistan into two, the India in
whose agenda it is written that we shall create an
?akhand? (undivided) Bharat, and shall wave the
tri-coloured flag over Pakistan too --- it has
launched a fatal attack and this attack was to be the
forerunner of many other similar attacks.
Having demolished the Babri Masjid the Hindus saw that
no army advanced upon them, they saw that no one fell
upon them, they saw that the Muslims did shed tears
but took no action and so the very next day Lal
Krishan Advani announced that he would demolish 3000
more masajid and then 3000 more. The Hindus planned
that they would first demolish all the mosques in
India and then advance upon the sacred land which
Allah has given us - Pakistan. My dear friends! In
those painful days, in those distressing times a weak
person, a lone man used to shout, some times form a
masjid in Karachi, sometimes from Dhabayji and
sometimes form the rural areas of Sindh. He went to
the 'ulama and begged them with outstretched hands and
to the Afghan mujahideen too he pleaded in the name of
Islam. Then this weak person, with complete faith in
his Rabb, here in this very city of Karachi, issued a
challenge to the seemingly much more powerful Lal
Krishan Advani. Advani! he said, ? you shall not be
able to desecrate our masajid any more. Advani! let
alone three thousand you will not be able to demolish
even three mosque now. Advani! you talk of three
thousand masajid, we shall take away Babri Masjid from
you, we shall wrest away Kashmir from you too?. This
weak person, this unarmed man went from door to door,
he begged each and everyone, with out-stretched hands
he appealed.
`Save, Oh save the Babri Masjid! Ah, Babri Masjid! Ah,
Babri Masjid!? Those who heard those cries, those
mothers remember too, those daughters remember too,
what our condition used to be in those days. Wailing
and begging thus, this young man at last reached the
Babri Masjid. I remember the day, I was standing
there. In front of me lay the Babri Masjid in ruins.
Angrily I was stamping the ground, spurning the Indian
soil with my heals.
And I was saying, `O Babri Masjid, we are ashamed! O
Babri Masjid, we are sorry! O Babri Masjid you were a
sign of our glorious past we shall not rest till we
restore you to your former glory again?.
This defenceless young man went to Kashmir. Lal
Krishan Advani ordered his forces to arrest him.
`Where is your noisy young man now?? he asked the
'ulama. `Where is he who was wailing for the Babri
Masjid!? Who was crying out, O Babri Masjid, O Babri
Masjid!' `We shall get him released,' the ulama
answered. ?We shall liberate the Babri Masjid too?.
And at last to-day after six years and twenty-four
days, Indian?s foreign minister hands the defenceless
young man over to the Islamic Emirate of the Taliban,
saying, ?Take him back. We are unable to keep him any
longer in our jails!?
(The air is spilt with resounding cries of
Na?rah-i-takbeer, Allahu Akber! Sabiluna, Al-Jihad!
Al-Jihad! Till the destruction of India -- We shall
fight: We shall fight! Na?rah-i-takbeer, Allahu
Akber!)
My deer friends! To-day I am back with you again.
Holding you as my witness I am telling Advani again,
Advani, I have come back. And to-day an Islamic
Emirate had been established in the world. What you
wanted to destroy has reached glorious heights to-day.
You wanted to destroy Islam, Islam has reached
indestructible heights. I am just an insignificant
servant of the ulama. You have not seen our real
people. Advani! My young men, my dear young men, my
mujahid companions, my great Mufti-e-`Azam, my ulama,
my akabir have snatched me away from you, in the same
way I shall wrest away the Babri Masjid, and Kashmir
from you, Insha Allah and I shall not rest till then.
O Indians! We have now seen you from very close
quarters. O Indians! We have now taken your measure.
O Indians! Stop shedding the blood of Muslims. Live
like a civilized nation of the world. Hi-jacking,
which you blamed upon Pakistan, no one in the entire
Pakistan knew anything about it. O Indians! You level
accusation against Pakistan and ISI but your death
certificate is printed somewhere else. Your death is
announced somewhere else. All you can see is Pakistan
and the Taliban. You haven't the remotest idea of the
relationship which my Master, my Maulana, my Nabi,
Hazrat Muhammad Mustafa Sallallahu `Alayhi Wasallam
has established between the Muslims one and all. You
cannot understand it nor know its worth and value.
I was just an insignificant person, an unimportant
figure among the Muslims but when I was sent to jail
how many were the Muslims whose sleep deserted them,
how many were the elders who passed sleepless nights.
The Muslims all took an oath. Advani! You must
remember the actions which these young Muslims took
against you. I still remember those 18 young men who
embraced shahadah in order to get me free. They showed
the world that they could not bear to see their
brothers, their friends in the prisons of the enemy.
They told the world that we are the ones who upon
seeing Hazrat Usman Radhiallahu Ta?ala `Anhu in prison
had laid 1400 hands in the hand of Nabi Sallallahu
Alayhi Wasallam.
We are a proud people, we know how to live with
honour, die with honour. We know how to live with
honour in this world. We know how to take away honour
too. O base, vile Mushriks! Question those 18 young
men who had sacrificed their lives telling you that
your prisons were not strong enough, they would break
one day, that the relationship established by the Lord
of Arab shall be victorious after all!
(The air resounds once again with deafening cries of
Narah-i-takbeer ........ Allahu Akber. Sabiluna,
Sabiluna ........ Al-Jihad, Al-Jihad. Labbaik ,
Labbaik........ Allahumma labbaik, Labbaik , Labbaik
....... Allahumma Labbaik. Narah-i-takbeer ......
Allahu Akber). O people of India, you have no notion
of the power of the Muslims. You know how to beat
cowards only. My voice shall ring in the halls of
India, Insha Allah ...... I say to you give up your
cowardly acts ...... stop persecuting, killing the
Muslims of Kashmir ...... otherwise your generations
will remember when we shall teach you a real lesson.
Insha Allah.
Pakistan has hi-jacked the plane. Jaswant Singh said
it. Lal Krishan Advani is saying it too. Come! I shall
tell you. I shall tell you the truth. No one in
Pakistan had even an inkling of the hijacking. Your
death warrant was issued somewhere else! You demand of
Pakistan to hand over the hijackers to you? (With deep
sarcasm) But where has your army of thirteen lakh
gone? Where have all your agencies vanished? O
drinkers of the urine of cows, in front of idols! O
agents of RAW! You failed to catch the five people
only? and you shall never catch them. Insha Allah. You
shall not be able to catch them for possibly they are
sitting upon your own chest waiting to slit your
throats with their knives again. It is possible that
they are people of your own country, whom we have
never seen or known. You had conquered and subjugated
the Muslims of India and you had thought that you had
suppressed them completely. But there are embers in
that dying fire. When they shall blaze again they
shall teach you a lesson you shall never forget!
My dear friends! My Musalman brothers! Our work is not
finished yet. How can we celebrate? What can we
celebrate? What is there to be happy about? People say
to me that there should be a grand reception. Yes. If
you have a string of old shoes put it around my neck.
For Allah?s sake garland me not with flowers, until
the Babri Masjid is liberated. If you have the means,
blacken my face. Greet me not with cries of ?Zinabad?
(long live). For what is the use of living when a gun
is hanging above the heads of unarmed, helpless
Muslims of Kashmir? Raise slogans of ?Murdabad? (death
be) for me. Shout not Zindabad for I shall become
worthy of it only when Islam shall become alive again,
when Emaan (faith) shall be revived, when deen shall
be restored, when India will be destroyed, when
Kashmir will become free, when Babri Masjid shall
shine in all it glory once again, when the call of
?Allahu Akber?, ?Allahu Akber? will be heard from its
minarets, when Kufr shall be vanquished, when Islam
shall rule, when the Muslim business man shall come to
realize that filling his coffers is not desirable, but
what is desirable is to use his wealth for the defeat
of kufr, for the victory of Islam. Greet me with cries
of Zindabad only when every mother shall tell her
suckling son that her milk should run in his veins
like the current of Emaan; when she shall tell him
that he will be the one to liberate his sisters, set
free his Kashmiri mothers. O how can you shout
Zindabad when in Chechnya my sister is sitting under
the open sky, when she is waiting there, when Russia
is raining bombs upon her and there is no one to send
her help? What is there to celebrate when in Kosova
our children have been slaughtered, our mothers have
been dishonoured? When Boris Yeltsin?s government is
criticized, in order to placate his people he holds a
dance of death in Chechnya. Where, in order to please
each other, they shed our blood, dishonour us, what
will be gained by shouting Zindabad there? Don?t
deceive yourselves. We haven?t come to this world to
lead comfortable lives; to marry, to beget children.
If you do marry, marry for jihad; have children, but
for jihad; earn wealth only for jihad, bring up your
sons, for jihad only. Until the villainy of India
comes to an end, pledge not to rest in peace. (The
crowd roars, Sabiluna, Sabiluna ........... Al-Jihad,
Al Jihad. Sabiluna, Sabiluna .......... Al-Jihad,
Al-Jihad).
If, after my release I had gone to my mother, to my
sisters, O Kuffar that would have made you glad. I
haven?t been able to go to them yet. The thought of my
Chechen mothers and sisters prevents me. I am reminded
of my companions in prison who were crying bitterly
upon saying farewell to me. They used to say that at
least we have someone to teach us Bukhari in the jail,
to teach us how to recite the Holy Qur'an; when they
beat us with sticks we bear it, when the enemy abuses,
we tolerate it, for at least we are studying the deen
of Allah. Those tears of my companions I consign to
you. They are your children too, yours brothers too.
If these five young men can come form India, hijack an
Indian plane, liberate their Muslims and go back to
India then O Muslims! You can do far more than that. I
convey the tears of my companions to you. I convey
their trust to you.
O Muslim! Think of what outrage is being committed.
Muslims can?t find any sanctuary in the whole world.
People said to me don?t go to Pakistan, there is grave
danger for you there. Is getting free from an Indian
jail a crime in Pakistani law? Pakistan is our sacred
land. Each inch of it is more dear to us than our own
lives. But those who are making lives miserable for us
shall not remain long in this world. And India you are
our closet neighbour. You have a claim upon us first.
India you have the first claim upon us.
India says let Maulana sahib go, we shall take revenge
after he's gone. Now let us see ---- do these mujahids
of Allah take revenge form you first, or you mushriks,
worshippers of idols, do. I leave this question with
you and end my speech.
Insha Allah we will have long meetings with each
other, we shall go forth in the battle-fields too.
And very soon Insha Allah, we will celebrate the
freedom of Kashmir. Maintain peace and order in your
ranks. Let this shaking of hands, this embracing each
other be. Talk of going forth from your homes,
together. I have come all alone. I need men who
will....... who can come along with me and liberate
the freedom fighters, the Kashmiri mujahideen form the
jails of India. I need mujahideen who can fight a war
for the liberation of Kashmir, who can teach India an
unforgettable lesson. Will you accompany me in this
field? Insha Allah! So instead of shaking hands with
each other, fill your arms with lightning. Offer two
rak?at salat and promise Allah Ta?ala that you shall
watch us do that which will make you happy too.
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