The blood of the martyr

[size=18]The blood of the martyr[/size]

By Showkat Ali

In my life

I'm extremely busy

Career and big plans

Wife and kids

Chasing wealth and status

Respect and dignity

[color=blue]The Mujahideen fight

To restore Allah's right

Correct injustices

And make the world a better place

Not just for Muslims

But for all of humanity[/color]

Every day is a struggle

As I muddle through life

Balancing work and family

Leisure and pleasure

For me and my loved ones

No time for anything or anybody

[color=blue]Dodging bullets and bombs

Trying hard to stay loyal and strong

To the Islamic cause

Resisting the urge

To surrender and give up

The sincere warriors fight on[/color]

Work is hard

And I leave many fards

Even jummah

Compromise and pray that Allah forgives

Boss on my case 24/7

Even bring work home

For the weekend

[color=blue]The soldiers of Allah

Never compromise

Pray in many places

And positions

In between hitting and running

And always being hunted[/color]

One day at work

I collapse with a mild heart attack

Rushed to hospital

And surrounded by my loved ones

Even the boss pays a visit

And all are glad that I aint snuffed it

[color=blue]Mujahideen get wounded

Carried from the battlefield

By their companions

Leaving a trail of their pure blood

Medicine is scarce

So dua to Allah is the only option[/color]

I recover and get well

Back to work

And old routine

More stress and pressure

I feel ill

But only wimps complain

So I carry on

And one day collapse

And that's the end of me

In this dunya

At age thirty seven

[color=blue]

Wounded get better

And rush to the front lines

Every man is needed

Allah's commands are heeded

Even the bloody and wounded

Odds are mounting

But who's counting?[/color]

As I lie in my grave

I wonder

What did I do for my deen?

The angels come and question

I try evasion

But I can't fool them

[color=blue]Victory or death

That's the war cry

Hit by bullets

But still fighting

Surrounded and asked to surrender

No honour being caged

And paraded naked[/color]

[color=blue]Fight to the death literally

And put to death brutally

Body parts exploding

360 degrees of the battlefield[/color]

I feel shame

My life wasted

Judgement and punishment to come

Lived a hard life

But not based on Islam

[color=blue]The blood of the martyr

Flows freely

And smells so sweet

Intoxicating and inspiring

Those able to smell it[/color]

I made plans

To change in my late 40s

But the angel of death came prematurely

Oh! Woe is me

What would I give for another chance?

[color=blue]Death is the beginning

And not the end

So we send

Our salutations

To all those who passed away

In the path of Allah

And pity the ones who died

With intentions to change tomorrow[/color]