Poem: The man who bought a ticket to heaven with just $20

I just came across this English-language poem honouring

Abu Hurayrah al-Amriki

(aka Moner Abu Salha), an American foreign fighter killed in Syria in late 2014. Jihadi poems in English are relatively rare – Western jihadis don’t seem that interested poetry – so it’s worth highlighting. It’s not clear who the author is, but the poem was posted on a blog apparently run by Maldivian foreign fighters in Syria. 

The man who bought ticket towards Jannah with just twenty dollars

A child of Palestine,
Born among the Kuffar,
Humbleness from head to foot,
Followed the sunnah of the Prophet sallah Allah alayhi wasalam,
Firmness in al Wala wal bara,
Thirsty for Hijrah,
Yearning for the love of Allah,
Walked the walk of five miles,
With Blisters on feet,
Reminding us of Abu Dharr r.a
Struggled he did,
Calling Labbaik Ya Allah!
Empty was his pocket,
Upon starvation he marched,
Indeed he was a quraba,
In an unknown city so large,
Not knowing whom to turn to,
Taking shelter in the Masjid,
Yet sufficient was Allah,
Rizq of Allah kept flowing,
With tranquillity enveloping his heart,
Unlocking the doors for his destination,
Breathed only for Jihad,
Became a brick for Islam,
And bought a ticket towards Jannah
With just twenty dollars….

“Do you envision us meeting?” Nashid attributed to Amina Qutb

Here is a famous nashid, the lyrics for which were allegedly written by Amina Qutb at the death of her brother Sayyid Qutb in 1966. Below is an English translation that was posted 5 months ago on a pro-IS Tumblr.

***CHORUS***

Do you envision us meeting, or has it already,
Taken place in the land of the mirage;

Then it withdrew and its shadow vanished,
And turned into torturous memories;

***CHORUS***

Thus asks my heart whenever,
The days grow long, after your absence;

When your shadow stares, smiling,
It is as if I am listening to the response;

***CHORUS***

Do you envision us meeting, or has it already,
Taken place in the land of the mirage;

Then it withdrew and its shadow vanished,
And turned into torturous memories;

***CHORUS***

Did we not walk upon Truth together,
So that Good can return to barren land;

So we walked along a thorny path,
Abandoning all our ambitions;

We buried our desires deep within ourselves,
And we strove on in contentment, excepting reward from Allah;

We had made a pact to walk together,
And then you hurried in responding and departing;

***CHORUS***

Do you envision us meeting, or has it already,
Taken place in the land of the mirage;

Then it withdrew and its shadow vanished,
And turned into torturous memories;

***CHORUS***

When a Benevolent Lord called me,
To a life amidst gardens and vast lands;

And towards a sublime meeting amidst divine favours,
With the Soldiers of Allah, joyful in companionship;

Presenting their souls and lives, a sacrifice,
Responding without slightest doubts;

So to renew your heart from its slumber,
An ever-lasting meeting in such a land;

***CHORUS***

Do you envision us meeting, or has it already,
Taken place in the land of the mirage;

Then it withdrew and its shadow vanished,
And turned into torturous memories;

***CHORUS***

Oh traveler, Forgiveness from my complaints,
Unto me is your ghost, to him a patient reproach;

I abandoned my heart to bleed heavily,
Lost in the night, in the depths of fog;

And if I traverse, confused and alone,
I ’ ll interrupt the path, long it is in depression;

And if in the night, I find a gloomy sea,
Encountering in it waves of pain;

***CHORUS***

Do you envision us meeting, or has it already,
Taken place in the land of the mirage;

Then it withdrew and its shadow vanished,
And turned into torturous memories;

***CHORUS***

Ceasing in my nights, is the radiance of lightening,
And the brightness of stars have disappeared;

Despite this, I shall continue just as,
You used to find me, in the face of adversity;

I shall continue keeping my head raised, And won’t,
Consent to weakness in speech, nor reply;

I shall be guided by the sweet-scented blood,
And light has illuminated the horizons of escape;

***CHORUS***

Do you envision us meeting, or has it already,
Taken place in the land of the mirage;

Then it withdrew and its shadow vanished,
And turned into torturous memories;

***CHORUS***

Thus asks my heart whenever,
The days grow long, after your absence;

When your shadow stares, smiling,
It is as if I am listening to the response