Communiqué #7: The Qurān & The Mighty Miracle Tufan
Unveiling the divine in October 7th's Al Aqsa Flood operation
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Bismi Allāh Al-Raḥmān Al-Raḥīm
(In the name of Allah the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful).
O victorious October 7th, 2023, every glimmer of daylight and sunset echoes your mighty bosomed miracles, standing separate and singular, cleansing and reverberating as refreshing solitary raindrops falling from Allah’s heavens having just left him descending from vapor clouds.
O Mighty Al-Aqsa Flood, you are a captivating wonder as entrapping footsteps caught in swallowing quicksands. You stealthily guide and trace lustrous rocket paths of genuine liberation, cutting through deceptive ways of living, false perceptions of victory, and impotent band-aid ‘resistance’ solutions rising from the vacuum space of dangerous nemeses.
O Tufan, you are a bewildering marvel as the sight of winged birds and insects in warm spring air while resting upon heated grassy meadows that yesterday were quenched by the cold bedsheets of snowy winter solstice ice. You are the exquisite delicate thin curve of a new crescent moon, surrounded by the chill of stars shining quiet and bright, as drum poems filling midsummer air, signaling the welcoming ray beginning and teary end of Ramadan.
O blessed Tufan, you are miracles as dawn morning rays that invite honey bees with startling eyes to busy themselves with guarding their hive and Ummah queen, as weary warriors, without pause, thwarting sleep.
O mighty Tufan, you gifted this dim earth untold legion miracle comets, haunting round and round the souls and places where honor once died.
You are innumerable seeds planted in blossoming harvest fields that birth ripe fruit species of the Qurān such as brown and orange dates, purple and lime colored grapes, red pomegranates, and yellow and brown figs.
O honorable Tufan you are a miracle as swarms of fish whose fins set mast swimming with the ocean’s tidal wave currents, unhindered by bedrock blockades. Miracles as breath, sight, and mobility following the baraka (blessing) of a night’s rest, an arousal from a half state of slumbering death.
O Al-Aqsa Flood, you are the quintessential definition of a miracle, a prophetic verse that exceeds rational calculus. You undress all performative inconsequential actions and false hopes that merely reaffirm the status quo. You are a sober answer to humanity’s normalizing betrayals spanning this 533 year durée of a racial-religious crusading war upon the Below.
You are a lighthouse, a majestic graceful aiding reminder of the ruling role of thiqa (trust) and īmān (faith) in Allah.
You are a refusal and retort to the prepondering question of which strategic path of organized action to clutch amidst the lost cries of helplessness and despair of creeping doubt.
O October 7th, 2023, O miracle of miracles, you are an ode to Al-Adl (The Utterly Just) and Al-Haqq (The Truth), two of the ninety-nine names of the one Allah. You are a living scion, a divine sign of righteousness, when freedom isn’t free. You are the tip of the spear that strikes blaze and holy dreaded rage in the darkest of near and afar taghūt (tyrant) enemies.
Your tale isn’t inscribed in ancient lore but rather is living godly proof and testimony in an ever-present now ready for cataclysmic change.
Your story is a far ocean crest, that the Qurān acknowledges when Allah states:
“[And] Certainly in the stories of the bygone people there is a lesson for people of understanding” in the nearby and a past and future blent into one wide sea smashing against the great barrier reef (Chapter 12: Chapter of ‘Yusuf,’ Verse: 111).
Beneath the Yaffa orange trees and green and black olive groves, unvexed by silver or gold, without want for this choking material world, you, O mujahideen of the magnificent Tufan, are fierce, faceless and nameless, selfless, humble, unbridled by ego, unburdened by longings for coveted fame and celebrity notoriety.
You, O mujahideen, are the Ummah’s cradle, willingly giving your mortal lives to her freely, without a second thought, to see her wrinkled frown become an upturned smiling arch, at a dearly prolonged and standing exacted cost of blood.
At this crossroads that our species stands before today, you, O mujahideen, stripped from childhood yet never having lost the light of infant innocence, are crafted and shaped by Allah as bunyaan-un-marosoos (a unified, firmly connected, formation line) that Allah describes in his Surat al-Saf (Chapter 61, The Chapter of the ‘Ranks,’ Verse: 4).
O mighty revolutionary mujahideen lions of Al-Qassam, by the tens of thousands you are born from the celestial wombs of sorrow, from captive prisoners held by cold-blooded enemies, in whose defense of Ummah and soil, your mature hands, once tiny, frail, and small, now wield rifles that shower hail down upon hostile conquerors.
You are but one single dynamite line, a unison unsubmissive front. Staggeredly laid bricks and sturdy pillar steel bar rods bonded by cohesive, uniform, and compact cement mortar, lined as a solid concrete wall against antagonist Crusading-Zionist targets.
O Ummah of Muhammad and those belonging to beliefs beyond Islam - what do you know of the mighty miracles of the Tufan and the Qurān, and what stranger withstanding tales lay beyond these narrated four?
Miracle One: Upon One Man’s Heart
O mujahideen, O my Ummah’s warriors, what miracle it is that Allah whispered in your ears, that He drew you near, arming you with knowledge and lances, making you strong enough to see and hear him and each other, eliminating rift and schism (shiqāq) amongst your thousand upon thousands of ranks, binding you into a single man’s heart.
O miraculous Allah, O lover of martyrs, your gracious light steeped, reared, forged and fused brave men with swords at their sides, bonding them upon a single banner towards the beckoning of Islam’s call.
O Al-Mumin (Inspirer of faith) Allah, you hand-picked, organized, and prepared your soldiers into a realized living embodied manifestation of the Qurānic verse:
“And hold firmly together to the rope of Allah and do not be divided. Remember Allah’s favour upon you when you were enemies, then He united your hearts, so you—by His grace—became brothers” (Chapter 3, Chapter of the ‘Family of Imran,’ Verse: 103).
O crimson mujahideen, who conceive of freedom beyond themselves, who unceasingly prioritize individual and communal jihād, Allah gifted himself as a tight rope, molecularly sewing your strewn atom raindrop hearts into a free-flowing body of water that breaks dawns loose, in one sloping tidal swoop.
Praise be to Allah and the truthful Qurān that states: “And Allah brought together their hearts. If you had spent all that is in the earth, you could not have brought their hearts together; but Allah brought them together. Indeed, He is Exalted in Might and Wise” (Chapter 8: Chapter of ‘The Spoils of War,’ Verse: 63).
O Allah, what a graceful miracle of unity shaped into a finely tuned, tender, cardiac and vascular muscle that’s wed in holy matrimony to no one but Allah’s Islam and the Ummah, with the mujahideen’s martyrdom as courted dowry.
Do those who disavow and distance you O beloved mujahideen not see the holy signs?
O devoted mujahideen in unwavering prostrating prayer, whose sacrosanct thirsty lips are quenched by the fresh water wellspring of Allah’s constant remembrance, what miraculous award from Allah that he answered and responded to your invocation with the lightning candle of October 7th.
The sublimest of actions in which Allah gathered and interlaced threads, zig-zagging and winding them seamlessly and coherently into the finest uncreased, braided as sweetgrass, delicately woven like a hand-stitched keffiyeh.
O rapturous mujahideen, what perfect riptide cascades, with exacting amplitude and wavelength storm, you are the ever steady tornado’s eye. You are Allah’s instruments comprising his finest orchestra, towards the noblest of melodic compositional aims, without seeking recognition or reward.
O world will you not yet heed that all the earth’s bored rare metals and wealth spent, deployed to manufacture superior armies and weaponries, fail and pale in capturing the awe of plaintive martyrs with meager resources sacrificially marching to the thudding beats of heavenly ward flames.
O mujahideen, you emblazoned with pride the word martyrdom, anointing it afresh with ascending beam meaning, worthy of the name. Your heroism no slogan or rapturous applause or public acknowledgement could ever capture or raise.
O Allah, praise be to you in permitting our birth and our laying witness to this flawless miracle of a synched, coordinated, pulsating, breathing, and moving defiant flesh body, that feigns solely for a greater persecuted cause over themselves without begging or calling for mercy.
O Allah, the miracle of your faithful servants, fulfilled the good teachings of your word in the Qurānic promise:
“If there are twenty steadfast among you, they will overcome two hundred. And if there are one hundred of you, they will overcome one thousand of the disbelievers, for they are a people who do not comprehend” (Chapter 8: Chapter of ‘The Spoils of War,’ Verse: 65).
O princely mujahideen knights who merely covet the face and river bank of Allah, boldly competing in what pleases him, on October 7th, 2023, you laid bare Islam as a 1492 anchor-point in this ancient struggle confrontation against a crusading Euro-America adversary.
You are heroes, epics, who triumphantly placed on guillotine chopping blocks the conspiring heads of kings, normalizing monarchs, and counterfeit international bodies across continents.
Your synchronized smoldering fire rounded the shame of peoples’ of all nations into your warmth, making it incumbent upon all to choose between a slow sinking death or swimming to the shore with you.
O lone mujahideen, you are the loud red of the fight, light on your feet in lilting dances, for all those silenced and stampeded as living dead.
As a progeny of Prophet Muhammad’s companions, you steer and helm humanity’s ship with a strong hand and clear eyes in tempestuous air.
Two years, and you still shine as the faces of stars, outnumbered and out-resourced, in calvary and bodies, reminiscent of the early Muslims, in their 624 CE victorious Battle of Badr in which they defeated the superior Quraysh tribes. O mujahideen, it has been 730 days, and unlike Muslim archers in the 625 AD Battle of Uhud, who abandoned their positions on a nearby hill after they were commissioned by the Prophet to guard the Ummah’s army against the enemy’s attack, you are unrelentingly stationed as mountains still.
O mujahideen, in your collective daring guerrilla operations protecting every inch of Jabalia and Gaza City, you wield Moses’ staff, a snake that swallows the magical illusions of all Pharaoh’s sorcerers’ sticks.
O mujahideen, the strike of your rod splits seas, cloving their tides asunder till they became two towering mighty mounds, drowning and feasting upon columns of swallowed enemy armies.
O mujahideen, queen spade of hearts, you render us breathless, agasp, in your concerted use of explosive smoke as cover, while you launch re-engineered bombs made from undetonated Zionist hellfire into the enemy’s armored personnel vehicle hatches.
The great spirit of Allah, the secret source of your power, nerves your mortal faithful hearts, courage, and crafted arms, unencumbered by the Ummah and the world’s deafening inaction, those who lack the fearlessness and sincere selflessness, to do what is necessary, in sharing your fate toward a world where all worlds fit.
Miracle Two: ‘Israel’ Defeated
O disciplined mujahideen who brandish swords of polished Iron 17 steel, on October 7th, 2023, you erected a Tufan that crushed, quaked, and trembled a cowardly fleeing and defeated enemy of life and the sun from their filthy settler dens.
You rode out to war, and unequivocally triumphed upon an evil that expelled and genocided, treading their invincibility down for the world to see, mounting sure footed steeds, hastening with and floating upon Allah’s wind.
O sturdy noble knights of unconquerable souls, you strike fear in states and armies. You battle one, two, three, in raids and ambushes, and strictly lay down your armed rifles when bowing prostrating in prayer, your lips reciting slowly, in reverence of Allah.
You war “in the cause of Allah those who fight you” without transgressing, knowing “Allah loveth not transgressors” (Chapter 2, Chapter of ‘The Cow,’ Verse: 190).
O beloved mujahideen, O wildflower seeds of time, who cannot be bribed, do not thieve, lie, mutilate or commit ‘war crimes.’
O blessed noise of the Tufan’s waves, O blaring thunders heard beyond the graves and ice crystal clouds, you fulfill treaties with treacherous adversaries who breach it and who debate Allah over a golden calf. O mujahideen of a venomed Ummah that you paint and dip in rainbow, you bind Qurānic word with deed. Your fragrance abides by the color contour that “warfare is ordained for you, though it be hateful to you,” not as a vengeful reprisal, but rather as a proportionate measure of self-defense response in the name of shielding the elderly, women, children, mosques, churches, monasteries, synagogues, and your banishment from your homelands (Chapter 2, Chapter of the ‘Cow,’ Verse: 216).
O mesmerizing mujahideen, under the leadership of the Ummah’s General, you conspired and organized the miracle Tufan a decade prior to even the 2018 Great March of Return which was a dry run (prova) for October 7th’s shine.
In a flash, you unleashed the penultimate clandestine secret still shrouded in mysteries, smiting Simchat Torah (a Jewish holy day).
Imagine the unforeseen storm, when in 2021 under the setting sun, you, O Al-Qassam mujahideen, were actually buzzing and flyby scouting in the background during the Palestinians Islamic Jihad’s (PIJ) Saif Al-Quds (Swords of Al-Quds) war against the entity.
At the time, many a masses were betwixt and disillusioned by your absence from the 2021 battle, but Allah and the heavens now testify that the sole reason you abstained from direct involvement was to hoodwink the Zionist enemy, to incept the illusion that you, Al-Qassam, were exhausted and disinterested in the quest of a liberatory war whose amorous spark you are wedded to.
You wittingly and cunningly prepared the play of your hand, conspiring so very long, tending to the destined ripe Tufan.
O covert herculean Tufan, hidden from Hamas’ entire political wing except from martyr Ismail Haniyeh, our General Sinwar lit your watchfire.
O cannon, scaffold, and sword of the Ummah, our venerable General, your cheeks hinted at the Al Aqsa Flood in speeches without the mortal nemesis catching whiff of the Tufan’s winged beak and raven wind. O General, martyred in the battlefield at zero-distance, you tipped and winked at the enemy, taunting them with spoilers every now and then, of a forthcoming wave, a storm, a monsoon of cleansing rain, that they dismally failed to recognize the warning signs of.
O frail foe, more fickle than a spider’s web, you slept as our mujahideen howls echoed from the mouth of our General wolf who in 2021 proclaimed: “Oh prelude to the destructive flood! Oh warning of a revolutionary volcano that will transform into a terrifying flood! Striking fear into the normalizers, coordinators, and occupiers!”
O thorn and carnation General, you abide by Prophet Muhammad’s example of: “Help yourselves achieve your goals by being discreet.”
You arrogated a strategy of deception and misdirection, instructing Commander Mohammad Al-Deif to conjure a strategy of deluding the adversary. With your magician’s wand waved, you devised the illusion that Al-Qassam had buried the sword, that they had surrendered and acquitted themselves to the reality of the Abraham Accord’s duplicitous sore, swallowing the bitter sour pill bait as the Tufan’s battle plans were in full swing.
From spying drones to cameras on the entity’s streets, filming from their IOF soldier towers and police uniforms, O titan mujahideen in the astonishing orb of your narrowest of secret planning of the Tufan, you mercurially subverted Euro-America’s Google, Microsoft, Amazon, Vision API, Azure and Artificial Intelligence Nimbus softwares and databases that lend the enemy sophisticated monitoring technological vantage and superiority.
Your miraculous Tufan transcended their decades old ability to distill and digest intelligence gathered in minutes. You overthrew all that your enemies had deployed to monitor, scan, survey and archive photos, movements, and habits of all Palestinians: Where they walk, when they sleep, what they eat, and their respective assigning and designated classification according to the colors red (dangerous), yellow (potential threat) and green (safe).
O Gaza’s caged eagles who broke free, in the Tufan’s deposing of the enemy’s disciplining, governing and controlling digitized architectures, the world will know and remember your crafty and guileful reliance on old radio systems and rudimentary yet reliable AN/PRC 112 field telephones. Your resourceful deployment of telegraphs that use analogue morse code, and your covert personnel communication with one another through elderly mujahideen runners like 80 year old Hajja Meshkhas Sabah Um Talaat who relayed and transferred key messages across your command posts.
You schemingly planned, for seasons, your days and nights becoming one, as you expanded and evolved the engineering of your 1200km bird nest tunnel network, which you dug in soil with rudimentary equipment shovels and sacred blistering hands, making the earth glow where it was once deep cold.
You studied the smell of Gaza’s shore across the broad breaths of her sea coasts for your naval commando boats. Under the entity’s noses, you learned to falcon paraglide with your chariots that kissed the air, that sang louder than its spatial wavelength frequencies, flashing sparks brighter than the clearest of scintillating asteroids.
You determinably developed guerilla counter-insurgency training manuals, assembling physically prepared Nukhba mujahideen, who were fed the capacious dish of Allah’s spiritual fortitude. Under gleaming moonbeams, you conjured autonomous decentralized and lateral underground military manufacturing capabilities, crucial in equipping our mujahideen with self-sustainably ammunition capabilities and autonomy for a surgically executed Tufan.
O mujahideen, what amazing wonder you are! From your mortal bosom and under the soundless feet of the sun, you took turns incepting an arsenal of: Al-Quds 3MRL multiple rocket launchers, al-Qassam 1, 2, 3, and 4 type rockets, Yasin 105 and al-Bana RPG armor piercing anti-tank missiles, as well as Sariya 1 240mm artillery mortar shells, Al-Ghoul sniper rifles, Ababeel 1 drones, grenades, bullets and Carlo submachine guns.
O mystical mujahideen peering proud, the divisionary tactics of your internal security Al-Majd forces lulled Zionist Machiavellian dreams, unveiling infiltrating traitors and spy collaborators in your midst, who you collectively executed at the Tufan’s zero hour, after you had fed false intelligence to them to pass unto the enemy.
Simultaneously, in your all-consuming love for our people, you uplifted and germinated a sympathetic and protective environment and culture of resistance, in which the unbroken people of Gaza became your seas, and you their fish, which you move swimming amongst, without which life ceases to exist, your lives as the joints of their hands and fists.
O enamoring shoulder to shoulder mujahideen, in assembling together the infinite disparate pieces of the miracle Tufan, your intelligence branch electronically infiltrated and hacked the Zionist entity’s prominent unit 8200 server, stealing documents that you meticulously analyzed, and incorporated into the flood’s crafting process.
O equable mujahideen, Orator of the Ummah, Al-Qassam spokesperson Abu Obaida, even referenced this pinnacle triumph in one of his eloquent speeches: “It [the operation] will show how we were able to execute a complex strategic deception against Shin Bet and the enemy’s security system for years.”
At 4am on October 7th, 2023, O Al-Qassam, your trained mujahideen warriors, were ordered by their commanders to attend fajr (dawn) prayer at their local mosques in their neighborhood areas, where they were delivered their respective mission on a need to know basis.
Each cell, squad, platoon, company, and even battalion, were trained for years, secretly, separately, unaware of the minutiae details of what for, becoming an organic biological-metaphysical war machine, an assembly of metal ions and atoms, a singular decentralized organism, whose ligaments serve as its dynamic lever solidarity, without being immobilized by a static bureaucratic stiff solidity.
O what dazzling glory that fine 7th of October day, that steadies limbs as they rise, that brought back light to the Ummah’s eyes, as the clock struck 6:30am, while shimmering dawn was breaking, as a history of histories was in the making!
The first rustling wave and stage of the Tufan’s great sea, was three to five thousand rockets and projectiles blanketing Palestine’s azure skies, obfuscating the soaring paragliding eagles, as Allah’s tsunami arrows, to the sound of blaring sirens, darted and eviscerated settlements, Southern and Northern brigade’s positions and military command barracks in Gevim and Nahal Oz bases.
O world, hear me, fifteen sites of the entity’s Gaza’s divisions and the foe’s airports including Ben-Gurion halted. The Zionist maritime and navigation trade routes and ports were disrupted. The enemy was overwhelmed with our mujahideen’s cover artillery shelling and a 1,000 rockets alone launched at the Zionist entity’s air bases of “Hatzerim,” “Negev” “Netavim,” “Tel Nof,” and “Palmachim” to disrupt the enemy’s air support.
One thousand rockets were allocated to support the advance of the attacking forces while you approached militarized squatter sites beyond the occupation wall, as the Iron Dome, David’s Sling, Arrow, and Thaad intercepting defenses dismally collapsed and failed.
The second tide and stage of the Tufan wave was the activation of 3,000 maneuvering fighters and another 1,500 for logistical support who had surveyed the inside and outside perimeter of Gaza’s envelope. The entire miraculous operation was accomplished with only 4500 faithful mujahideen.
Cleaving Gaza was a 8-10 meter fortified barbed wire fence running adjacent to Israeli settlements. Extending outwards from it, by a 20-30 meter gap, was the cement occupation wall, that is 8-10m high and 5-8m beneath the earth, armed with surveillance cameras and high motion sensors. Upon every 30 meters of the wall, that is a meter in width, existed a panoptic watchtower equipped with automatic weapons that have a 180 degrees radius scope (left and right) with a 300 meter depth view to immediately mow down even a stray animal’s motion.
O mujahideen, emblem of an Ummah womb, you readied and collected seven factions each comprised of 20 fighters for the main attack, penetrating the occupation wall at 60-80 points, first, disabling the automatic weapons atop the watchtowers having revealed vulnerable blind spots between them, as your drones struck the tower cameras in coordination.
Your propelling bulldozers performed the role of serving as your ricochet protective armor that pierced through the seeming impenetrable barriers. Immaculately timed, the bird of prey paragliders soared over the wall precisely above the exact same lined wall points that your ground forces penetrated through.
Each glider’s winged carriage hoisted two warriors: One mujahid firing a rocket launcher at the tower to silence its automatic weapon, the other carrying a prepared dynamite bomb to open a crater crevice in the trespassed Zionist side of the most heavily guarded and expensive siege wall in the world, upon landing.
The bomb’s placement and detonation had to be timely synched with a third mujahid, on the ground, also in possession of an explosive device on the other Gaza side of the seige, to assure the thick partition’s breach. The incendiary devices on the dual ends had to be precise in weight and accuracy to delineate collateral damage to the mujahideen on both sides of the occupation wall.
O mujahideen, I don’t undertake to defend you, only to comprehend this ominous greatness, to absorb your advanced foresight, and the ablaze, swift moving, storm dash that then drove you to hit enemy’s supply routes, whose response time is usually 2-5 minutes.
O mujahideen, your hearty Tufan dagger stabbed the entity’s cradle as the wretched IOF’s former General Chief of Staff, Herzi Halvi, was delivering a victory speech commemorating the 1973 Arab-Israeli October battle!
Allah guided your trigger fingers to bullseye their tanks and artillery in 2-3 hours, when you anticipated the operation would take 6 hours. By 10am you returned in safe passage to the freed enclave Gaza with prisoners, who were then filtered according to their rank and passport, as the shocked, dismayed, and discombobulated enemy waited 8-9 hours to respond with their reserves needing to be called in.
O ingenious mujahideen, unspoiled by a seductive life, you burned tank stations and depots, and captured the occupation’s APCs and military vehicles as if they were toy spoils of war, for Gaza’s people and her smiling children. You overran command and control rooms, technological centers, intelligence monitoring chambers, observation towers, ammunition storage, artillery positioning, and guard posts.
What rūḥ (spirit), what creative and imaginative ʿaql (intellect and brain), what makr (deception), what foresight and peerless task, it took to formulate your grandeur O Tufan, from the intelligence gathering on unit 8200 that revealed that the enemy was on the verge of launching a devastating war upon Gaza, and in turn, your preemptive preparing and training on mock kibbutzim, under the enemy’s prying eyes!
“Rise for Allah does not wish for you to be humiliated and “enter upon them through the gate, and when you enter it, you will be victorious” (Chapter 5, Chapter of ‘The Spread Table,’ Verse: 23). O what miracles of a mustadafin (downtrodden oppressed) born from a 365 square kilometer Gaza that is 41km in length and 5-15km in width, suffocated since 2006 and deprived from water, electricity, medicine and nourishment, whose calories are counted, while being forbidden from fishing beyond 3 nautical miles, with a 40% unemployment rate and reliant on 80% humanitarian aid!
And, yet, in what is now 730 days, two years, and what represents Gaza’s seventh war against the Zionist entity, indeed that is the longest protracted most asymmetrical war ever undertaken with it and its Euro-American imperial master, you, O mujahideen, ardently battle alone, in the most hardened terrain, with no support, save Allah’s, with no one permitted to enter or leave Gaza.
Yet you remain towering tall, the vitalist corner of the earth, despite the ongoing holocaust and over 100,000 tons of bombs dropped, the equivalent of six Hiroshimas, with 436,000 homes and 170,812 buildings damaged and destroyed, amidst the demolished rubble of hospitals, schools, heritage sites, churches, museums and mosques.
Even in the lull of battle, as the entity bombards our innocents with unyielding ruthless fire and brimstone, you still safeguard and treat prisoners upholding Islam’s rules of war. You persist in audaciously pursuing the capture of more enemy soldiers as ransom leverage for our raped, tortured and murdered hostages in Zionist prisoners and cryogenic chambers. You smite at their necks and bind captives firmly, freeing them by the grace of Allah and “against ransom until the war ends” (Chapter 47, Chapter of ‘Muhammad,’ Verse: 4).
O honorable Al-Qassam commanders like Izz el-din al-Haddad, you bred mujahideen warriors who speak kindly in Hebrew to prisoners, tending to their slight wounds and menacing needs. O vanquishing mujahideen, amongst your concealed stories is that on one occasion Commander al-Haddad insisted that, at risk to yourselves, you recover a book left behind by a captured prisoner while they were being relocated, all for their humane leisurely pleasure. With the uttering of the single phrase of “there is only one Allah, and Muhammad is his messenger,” you, O mujahideen, shook your locks in the face of death and retrieved the text, in the midst of a warring careless enemy who directs starvation campaigns and conducts instituted Hannibal Directive slaughters, without regard for honor. These are our men, those are yours.
O Al-Baaqi (Everlasting) Allah, not even Egypt, Jordan, Syria together lasted this long warring the Zionist entity in the four Arab-Israeli wars that merely lasted a few days, with Hezbollah’s 2006 war against the enemy spanning 43 days!
O ferocious mujahideen of the largest scale secret attack by air, land and sea, on Zionist occupied turf that is indeed your home soil, you single-handedly defeated the entity on October 7th, 2023. Since, on the Ummah’s behalf, alongside Ansarallah, you war Empire’s military, NATO, their aircraft carriers, their advanced ballistic weapons, chemical, biological, nuclear submarines and the unfathomable weight gravitas of their organized military industrial complexes and powers. O mujahideen you are the Ummah’s thabāt (steadfastness) and there is no turning back the clock.
O faithful hearted who were born from battle and strife, steadily and meticulously, you fight laterally, with mobility, flexibility, dexterity and dynamism without becoming fixed targets as anemochory dandelion and willow seedling are dispersed by the flying winds. Never before has the world seen fighters from the Below, unobsessed with material life, globally broadcasting scenes of their stirring operations: You mastered the crucial psychological art of propaganda in a communication strategy animated with inverted red triangles, clear as daylight to the pixelated background grey fog of war.
You soar to roaring drumbeats from upon high, in hit and run operations, observing and studying the enemy, evolving your tactics, sacrificing yourselves, flying in the midst of the freedom sound of plume smoke, then returning unscathed to your subterranean tunnel abodes.
When the organized enemy advances in attempting to capture land, which they strategically must in order to succeed, you tactically step back and watch, yet when the enemy takes residence perceiving that they have safely secured a territory, you incite a reaction from them, ambushing, and when they are tired and retreat, you fatally strike.
O lion hearted mujahideen who never hesitate in springing to arms, your palpitating breathtaking wild exultant cries of ‘Allahu Akbar’ are flesh and bone molded from the black and brown soil of īmān (faith) and walā (loyalty) as pillars, confounding the science of guerilla warfare as you captivate the world’s attentive gaze and bleeding heart.
O mujahideen who have annihilated spiritless occupying soldiers, ones who vanish paranoid at the sight of the shadows of your ghost, as you rush to capture more of them, you confront the ire of most difficult odds, neither possessing a political or military fortress that is willingly bold enough to support or engage in direct involvement. For Gaza is not a landlocked Afghanistan with Tora Bora mountains and valleys, or a Vietnam with sprawling jungles, plains and rolling hills, nor is she Algeria’s expansive landscape that facilities fluid movement for fighters.
Rather she is flat sacred soil, 41km in length and 6-12km in width, an unfathomably un-ideal urban terrain to conduct a revolutionary war except for the fact that fighters know every crevice of her earthen layers intimately. To her detriment for fighting, she has a large coast, surrounded by a normalizing Zionist-complicit neighbor, Egypt, who guarantees that her besieged back is exposed.
O Gaza, all the devils are here, having descended upon your shorelines. From Arabs and Muslims dancing in their normalizing capitols to recruited Crusading Zionist militias like the Gaza Humanitarian Fund, UG solutions, and Infidel Motorcycle Gangs collaborating with them hand in glove.
You war multiple fronts from the treacherous Palestinian Authority with 70,000 forces to the Abu Shabaab Popular Forces dubbed ‘Anti-Terror Service.’ You battle everyone from the ‘Islamic State’ to the Shin Bet’s ongoing insidious schemes to conscript and divide the mujahideen’s guardians, the people of Gaza, in feeble attempts at bribing the Abu-Amra clan and loyal Durmush and Bakr families to join the fight against you.
O bold birdling mujahideen, your Tufan and undying devotion to the Ummah, cleansed and freed our tortured prisoners from Zionist prisons, inscribing Palestine as the global barometer and yardstick test for all revolutionaries.
You single-handedly ended the Zionist entity’s security ʿaqīdah (doctrine) leaving them incapable of guaranteeing the safety of settlers within or beyond Gaza’s envelope, the 1967 territories or the West Bank. You transformed Zionists into hunted global pariahs, splintering Jewish communities everywhere, alienating them from within, forcing their confrontations with the Zionist mirror image of Jewish supremacist Israel and themselves.
O dazzling Tufan of the burning bush and knocked red door, you exposed the falsehood and entrapping lurings of a darkly loathed and deceitful devil’s playground, from sham International Law to a liberal Human Rights order. You eviscerated and evaporated the liquid vapor lies of all that is a 533 year ensnaring product of the white man’s world now being unsettled. You sweetly trampled upon modernity’s dust, relegating it to the basura (trash) bin of history.
O Allah and Prophet Muhammad, through you, all is possible. O mujahideen of Gaza, your invincible Tufan’s grand success that altered this species’ history pages cannot be denied, despite the attempts of arrogant and proud cowards who begrudge and disparage the reaping harvest of what you have sown.
To orientally deny your miracles, is to surrender to one’s own self-conceits, in propagating vexing myths like ‘Israel permitted the Tufan’s unfolding for its ulterior settler expansion’, or that ‘the mujahideen underestimated the calculated risk,’ in spite of the glory that the Tufan concretely cemented in history. O Tufan, your fortune is that you strategically flipped the illusion of ‘comfort,’ ‘stability,’ and ‘safety’ that animated a frosty geopolitical equation of the world’s table. You splintered its wood as the end times fuel for a raging apocalyptic fire.
Hamas that started off with seven individuals on December 10 1987, and whose kernels were planted in 1935, is the will of men who shook mountains.
From Hamas’ founding quadriplegic member Sheikh Ahmed Yassin, who was martyred in 2004 while being wheeled out of a mosque following early morning fajr (dawn) prayers, to General Sinwar and Commander Al-Deif, our mujahideen comprehend that love compels strain amidst the contentious rife. These are men whose lands orate the pain and spike of their longing for the Ummah till yearning itself eclipsed their mourning.
O vaunted mujahideen of Izza El-Din Al-Qassam, you are the pride of faith who march in the footsteps of al-dīn, of a religion called Islam, now exposed naked and magnanimous to the world. O Tufan, you exceed all wild imagination and vivid imagery. You hold archival memories of clear skies that came with their own prayers.
Miracle Three: Prophecy of Asqalan Fulfilled
O Al-Hasseb (Reckenor) and Al-Raqeeb (Watchfull) Allah, in a prophecy that has now turned to ash, you foretold the glad tidings of a blessed Tufan al-Aqsa, that would spur the end times and usher in divine providence, despite the gutting deluge of souls in death throes.
O Allah, Al-Alee (The Most Exalted) and Al-Wadud (The Most Loving), 1446 years prior, first, you, miraculously flew our Prophet Muhammad upon the winged al-Burāq (the pegasus) during al-Isrā and al-Miʿrāj (the Night Journey) from Mecca’s al-Masjid al-Haram (in the vicinity of the House of Abraham) to Jerusalem’s al-Masjid al-Aqsa (the Al-Aqsa Mosque). Already, in history, you scribed Palestine’s immemorial Muslim significance in al-akhira (the hereafter following the endtimes) and the dunya (this lower present life), with both terms cited exactly 115 times in the Qurān.
O Allah, you then stated that as the end times broached, that a second divine punishment would befall the Israelites (Chapter 17, Chapter of ‘The Night Journey,’ Verses: 4-7 & 104). O Allah, you warned that the children of Israel “would be brought together” in the sacred land, that they would enter Jerusalem’s Temple Mount as they once embarked.
But on this weary occasion they would darken the world, destroy, plunder, and ransack houses, towns, villages, all that they conquered, spreading mischief and suffering, and commit unfathomable horrors and terrors, to the echo chamber cries of others in despair. That thereafter you would set upon them mighty servants of truth, light, and life to dethrone and rid this earth of their bruising filth, becoming slitting thorns in their wicked throats.
O Allah, you avowed that this ferocious shattering of bones in Palestinian, Arab and Muslim chests will cast its dark cape upon a lagging, doomed, lifeless Ummah, mourned and frail as it is fickle as the foam of ocean waves when they crash against the razor sharp rocks of sectarian political fragmentation and strife. That the enemy would tear the Ummah’s corpse flesh, “like beasts do for carrion,” serving as flailing prey carcass and cadaver for feasting vultures and coyotes.
O Allah, you promised that in this weary sight, the loud entombing of slain martyrs in scarlet fields of valour and honor will serve as the healing herb, tincture, and the sour medicine that must be swallowed towards freeing Jerusalem (Al-Aqsa).
This is the deigning trial of the Ummah distinguishing Muslims who would splendidly rise to envisage and fulfill the Prophet’s mission of rushing to liberate Jerusalem, from other hypocritical cunning Muslims who avert and turn their gaze away from her (Chapter 2, Chapter of ‘The Cow,’ Verse: 143).
O Allah, you unequivocally state in the Qurān that you: “made the Qiblah (prayer direction towards Jerusalem) which you used to face, only to test those who followed the Messenger (Muhammad SAW) from those who would turn on their heels (i.e. disobey the Messenger). Indeed it was great (heavy) except for those whom Allah guided.”
O Tufan, you are the clearest sign of Al-Aqsa’s imminent return, the advent of her safeguarding in Muslim hands, that is nearer than an arrow hurrying released from a bow, and the touch of rainbow joy that will thereafter overflow, bearing the brightest shine through tears and melancholia.
O Prophet Muhammad, you recognized the face of the flood, even predicted the precise location and scene in which the unison tender screams and piercing arrows would unfold and become undone.
You envisioned this rupture 1446 years ago anticipating it would manifest in a Canaanite coastal city named Asqalan (meaning the ‘top of the head’ or ‘solid, whitish land’) synonymous with Gaza. O maiden Asqalan-Gaza - first liberated by the second khalifah ʿUmar ibn al-Khattāb in 637 CE then by Salahuddin al-Ayyubi in 1187, and home of martyrs Sheikh Ahmed Yassin, Ismail Hannieyah and General Yahya Sinwar - you are the site which lays waste to modern Crusading Rome (Euro-America) and the filthy Zionist sewer, bidding at its behest.
O Gaza-Asqalan, the Ummah’s eyelids, the martyr’s station, whose dirt and fire merge, you are the vanquishing abode that will nail and hang both Zionist Star of David killers in kippahs and those bearing the Crusading-Cross, from their loins.
O Gaza-Asqalan, as a miraculous home of unvarnished beauty, no other geographic terrain can reign in your place when you are the aperture Qantara-Haifa gateway to Palestine, her maritime seaport, and her strategic spiritual, economic trade and military access to the North, the South, indeed Palestine’s interior, and traversing all her coastal plains.
O immaculate and pristine Prophet Muhammad, you bequeathed to us the prophecy of: “Hold fast to jihad, and the best of your jihad is Ribat (i.e. guarding the frontier in the face of enemies), and the best and most virtuous of your Ribat is ‘Asqalan (Ashkelon).”
O Prophet Muhammed, whose insignia defines and is inscribed as Islam’s medal, you uttered to us that the first period following your fateful departing, would be just rule upon the Prophetic method, succeeded by a period of kingship-hereditary rule (ushered by the Ummayads, the Abbasids, the Mamaluk and the Ottomans) and finally an ensuing era of mulk-jabri (oppressive, tyrannical, and coercive) dominion wrought forth by mufisideen (corrupt) rulers of this earth. Indeed, despots who are ignorant, arrogant, and relentless opposers to Islam and Muslims resembling the polytheist Arab tyrants Abu Jahl and Abu Lahab during the Prophetic era.
O purified and sanctified Prophet Muhammad, who was neither king (mālik), autocrat, dictator nor founder of a State, Kingdom, or an Empire, but rather an Ummah of mūmineen (believers) bound by spiritual ethical-political commitments defined by Mīthāq al-Madīnah (the Medina Charter). You prophesized that within Gaza-Asqalan brave scarce souls would meteor rise and gracefully walk with fair purpose. That these spirit characters praise loud, emulating your impeccable example, recognizing rulership as wholly Allah’s domain, and that in the space between these modest believing men and demagogue denizen throngs are readied rifles.
O Prophet, you predicted that these iconic mujahideen would be fierce cyclones combating and forbidding tyranny, restoring the elixir of a bygone decentralized Ummah of the Below long forgotten, resurrecting the traditional Prophetic method of governance.
One anchored in shared volunteerism and mutual cooperation, inscribed by Qurānic pillars to it, through concepts such as shūrā (consultation), ijmāʿ (community consensus), maṣlaḥa (community well being) Tawḥīd (sole sovereignty belong to Allah), with all her gleaming souls seeing each other as khulafā (caretakers) who are in service of the people, not working selfishly for their own gain. Indeed who obey the Ummah’s collective will, without seeking to rise or prioritizing narcissistic individualist whims.
O mujahideen of Gaza-Asqalan you are the Ummah’s banners, her murabiteen (tied frontline defenders) whose mooring column curves are ṣumūd (steadfastness) and īmān (faith). You are lion knight warriors who lean upon Allah and the sacred symbols of his guiding rein in slaying occupying invader plagues: Bound to an Ummah beyond a mere Palestinian homeland earth and contrived Sykes-Picot borders that your rush turquoise waters cleave and caress. Indeed, as the Messenger of Allah pronounced: “Whoever dies without having fought or thought of fighting, he dies on one of the branches of hypocrisy.”
O Ummah is this not the time - upon witnessing these miraculous signs of Gaza-Asqalan - to be roused and wield steel sabre?
Or have you acquiesced and become accustomed to lamenting an end to this madness in silent prayer, sitting guilty and laying quietly as if you are ghosts peering through the grains of sand time-glass, without fighting or acting till you lay on your deathbeds, regretting not participating in the honor of this unfulfilled shot?
O Muslims the hour is near. Bear your saddles, swords and armor shields and hasten to the destined Gaza-Asqalan. O Ummah, roar now from the ire of your indifference! Declare a fatwa (religious adjudication) that Jihad is a farḍ ʿayn (compulsory) and do not leave for buzzards the Ummah’s torn remains.
O Al-Qassam, Islamic Jihad of Gaza-Asqalan, and honorable rebellious Ansarallah who neither follow orders nor hide in the shadows of a Yemeni and Palestinian recognized state, your heaven is the Ummah’s house. You are the Ummah’s izza (pride), and her minarets, temples and basilicas battling for her beating heart rendered indignant.
You are her believing majesty, her high character scholars, her torpedo storm intrepids, her undissuaded pearls, who, unlike other hoofs of the ‘Axis of Resistance’ fight till your last breaths, unplacated and unconsumed by the power of your own local interests that otherwise would behold you to the world of Above.
O Al-Qassam, Islamic Jihad, and Ansarallah, you are the gathering of all Islam’s fractured ruptures, who open forth the victory gate of the renewal of Islam’s message, cleansing the Ummah’s insufferability of a sanitized, sterilized, Islam.
You restore Islam and the Ummah’s fangs, her emotive and affective fervor, her reconceived Qurān of the Oppressed, for the subsoil salt of the earth and the dispossessed.
O miraculous mujahideen who thaw the Ummah’s quivering ice-cold heart, you are the Qurān’s sojourning verses, Islam’s zhikr (reminder and remembrance), when Allah states “we brought down the Qurān and we are the ones that preserve it.”
O mujahideen you are abandoned alone, yet lifted tall in the air as mountainous peaks, never lonely in your yaqīn (assurance), thabāt (firmness), and supplication in Allah’s midān (plaza and square).
Miracle Four: Islam is the Sword To Slit America’s Throat
O uniformed mujahideen set against green headbands, whose faces are bloodied but never bowed, who embrace death far from a single complaint sigh, wince, or tear outloud, your depths are a mighty propaganda of the deed.
O mujahideen whose solar flares and shadows are a thousand flames of fire, lighting crashed down upon an awe-struck public. You are a poetry of war fully seen, enchanting rhythm set to a wordless song daʿwa (in inviting calls to a mantle Islam). Your Tufan prose hurried many, guiding them to your story. Countless vast believers now roll with your gentle and hurricane twister gale wind, who have been divinely led, by Allah’s will, to answer the call of the true Islam.
Your orphan pure hearts whisper and rear a demographic throng of youthful generations, anew, across the four directions of this earth.
From Gaza-Asqalan’s summit of sacrifice and love, your Islam reverberated from the cradle of Palestine and Islam’s kind splendid character and hands, forged from the heavens above, till it galloped as a bolting rod brandishing its undeniable righteousness across the shores of the imperial settler-core.
The story of your kohl (eyelined) eyes behind your hidden masked faces, unstrangled the vulnerable and weak, captivating entire heavy souled and marooned generations, cohorts spanning the children and the elderly, enamored by the intractable fountain will of your audacity.
Your love of Islam and the embodied courage it spurs spoke to curious hungry souls once indoctrinated by avaricious Euro-America’s cowardly hatred of Islam since the old world.
To them, your revolutionary Islam is a guiding acolyte against Euro-America’s prisons of aggressive greed that incarcerate their lonely chained lives and a false servile consciousness and loyalty to Empire that kills.
Enter now and rest easy with Allah, martyred General Sinwar and Commander Al-Deif, for your legacy is from lip to lip, a flame from tree to tree, immortalized, heard in the rain and the wind. You die away, alive, with your phantom graveyard stirring erect monuments and shrines. Your chanted names adorn graffiti streets in your honor, your words serving as entrancing music to a tidal wave of ears, no matter the altering seasonal leaves. And know now that your images startle schools, are painted as hanging mosaic murals in bedrooms, spooking, gnawing and irritating, the breached internal fortresses of idolatrous and usurping Crusader-Zionist nations born of oppression, extortion and usury.
Your Tufan miracle is hot unrest, germinating ripple seeds, explosive and deadly, sprouting Islam’s flags of faith and justice. O mighty General you awakened palpitating pounding hearts in chests, enriched under your flaming radiant sun.
You cross-pollinated the world, overwhelming the ignorant profane, drowning slaughter spills in the name of the pure sacred. Your ballad malady cordially nursed others, Muslim and non-Muslim alike, to dissect the existential weight of their purposeless lives, their tempestuous angst towards Islam while this doom and gloom world hurls to an end when we are all aboard separate ships full steam towards a titanic iceberg. You roused Gaza as the litmus test in confronting the colonizer within each of us, making bold, by force, the promise of decolonization’s pursuit as a way of life, and the inescapable violent task to free the land wherever we are.
O mujahideen, as slain cure, in one great circle, you wrangled Muslim and non-Muslim alike, dizzily unsettling and startling their internalized Islamophobia, introspectively knocking them to mirror-interrogate their deplorable shame. By way of you, Allah emitted hidāya (guidance).
O mujahideen you are an embodied Qurānic vernacular, a rite passageway that transcends the spectre of fraud and usurped Islams that flow from baron Muslim coronets, religious institutions, and regimes. For assuredly, “whoever Allah wills to guide, He opens his breast to Islam; and whoever He wills to send astray, He makes his breast closed and constricted, as if he is climbing up to the sky” (Chapter 6, Chapter of ‘The Cattle,’ Verse: 125).
O mighty Tufan your regal chalice set against the red, white and blue poison and pricking roses of Crusader-Zionist kings, shattered and fatally jarred the mirage of their negative peace in these joyless genocidal killing fields of Sudan, the Congo, Haiti, and Palestine.
O mujahideen your nature swooned non-Arabic non-Muslim descendants to extol the Qurān in its myriad translations stamping your shining seal on the inexplicable: “Will they not ponder the Qur’an, or are there locks on their hearts?” (Chapter 47, Chapter of “Muhammad,” Verse: 24).
O Al-Muhiy (The Giver of Life) and Al-Mumeet (The Creator of Death) Allah you speak truth, that your word is never withheld: “Had we revealed it as a non-Arabic Qurān, they would have certainly argued, “If only its verses were made clear [in our language]. What! A non-Arabic revelation for an Arab audience!” Say, [O Prophet], ‘It is a guide and a healing to the believers. As for those who disbelieve, there is deafness in their ears and blindness to it [in their hearts]. It is as if they are being called from a faraway place” (Chapter 41, Chapter of The ‘Explained In Detail,’ Verse: 44).
O mujahideen you are the countenance key, the cipher, the gallant code of spirit, impossible to be bought or sold. You from Gaza-Asqalan, osmotically penetrated and reconfigured bonds, between familial blood ties, friends, foreigners and foes, including those who never inherited Islam.
Your reverence turned bitter, embattled and disaffected Muslims long disillusioned with poisonous Muslim sermons by mockery preachers and dire cruelties perpetrated in Islam’s stigmatized name to repledge their allegiance to an exalted and restored rebel Islam put down in justice’s colors that they can hear and relate to in you.
O Tufan from your bounty and fruit, and from the insatiable sip of your bottomless reservoir cup, you pulsed an Islam, unbound by raw ʿibādāt (rituals) that has long been conceived by Muslims as obstacle chores. The sight, sound, and olive-ribboned brazen Islam you maternally deliver, whose sage now stretches across the earth’s lands, is a sonata wound that beckons Muslims to sing Islam’s song in chorus. To evolve as a fluttering butterfly in metamorphosis, spawned from the egg, larva, and pupa cornerstone of justice, the nectar of Islam’s heart.
O mujahideen who are the crown wreaths upon our heads, you are the granted door of hope, the badge miracle remedy of which Allah states: “Now there has come to you an exhortation from your God, a healing for the ailments of the hearts, and a guidance and a mercy for those who believe.” (Chapter 10, Chapter of “Yunus,” Verses: 57-58).
O mujahideen guiding this hurt Ummah with the clearest of cutting purposes, while Muslims are devoured with al-dunya (earthly existence) and its al-wahn (the deadly spiritual disease of love for worldly life), obsessing and being possessed by the words of progeny and wealth, you ride out to war daring to venture in fatal raids even if they are your last. You restore honor to the wandering Arabs of which Allah states: “The bedouin Arabs surpass all in unbelief and hypocrisy and are most likely to be unaware of the limits prescribed by Allah in what He has revealed to His Messenger. Allah is All-Knowing, All-Wise” (Chapter 9, Chapter of ‘Repentance,’ Verse: 97).
O glittering Tufan and towering mujahideen with heads lifted upon high, you are a “light of discernment for people and guidance and mercy for those endowed with sure faith.” (Chapter 45, Chapter of ‘The Crouching,’ Verse: 20).
By your timbre, Islam is the sword that will slit a damned Euro-America’s throat.
O Gaza-Asqalan the world’s blood courses and floods from you.
Today is your second immortalized birthday and here, I pay tribute to you despite the all consuming insurmountable rage and elegiac turmoil.
I attest you are a land unlike other earths, whose suitors are mystical martyrs with agarwood and ʿoud scented violet and warm saffron-red colored wounds.
In the eyes of the skies you are an ether from which the path to Allah begins.
You are the road that many prophets past journeyed through in their rite of passage. You are the hoof of alpine horses galloping who hypnotized every corner of the earth. You are humanity’s witnesses, her sorrowful woes, her dreaded recompense hour, her passionate coveted independence from the Above, her redressing of wrongs. You are the beauteous impulse of the lowly made mighty, a reminder that no matter tyranny’s spread, the Achilles’ victory of the Tufan will find you.
O tender Gaza-Asqalan of a rapturous Tufan, O motherly Tufan of an orphaned Gaza-Asqalan. Without equal contender, your rifles of freedom intoxicate and smile as if October 7th, 2023 is a celebratory yet painful labor of a nascent world born from a lustrous fable.
Your heartbeat undid the world’s asphyxiating suffocation, avenging land and peoples, revealing those who come with truth, from those born of devilish lies. Your infants, elderly, mothers, fathers, uncles, aunties, and youth are the first to be scribed in an ascendant heavens, as everyone else races. Martyrdom is defined in you, O Gaza-Asqalan.
Your undimmed bright candle lights in the midst of storm breaking winds, your victory knocking the fortress border walls of every city-square from Sanaa, to Beirut, to Amman, to Tehran, London, New York and Cairo, our chests burning as unquelled angry volcanos. You are truth and justice’s station serving as the graveyard of an eternally damned criminal enemy of cockroach invaders.
Courageous and proud October 7th, you are a sour loom lesson whose taste they’ll never forget.
You are a miracle of a promised providence, a tractor plowing and grazing new pastures, a storm-caller for those who heed. You are the first and last stanza of a divine poem that shutters windows, scatters papers, and tears pages asunder.
You are a wind from Allah that tore down the world’s crumbling house, its doors and rafters, indeed all that resides within it.
To make friends with your gust O Tufan is to accompany cyclones and singing nightingales while becoming sailors and fishermen of a cool deluge.
O mujahideen of the Tufan, saluted with white, pink, yellow and red chrysanthemums, carnations, and roses strewn upon you in prisoner exchange stages, today, we celebrate you, for there was, is, and forever will ever be only one you, the soul of my soul.
Wow, another absolutely gorgeous piece
So many lessons elucidated in your pieces which seamlessly infuse Qurānic and faith exploration, resistance military analysis, and profound poeticism.
Such strong heart & expansive knowledge pour through the words - thank you for being a translator for how the mujahideen anchor themselves, evolve tactically, and teach the world lessons in real time
This is a beautiful tribute to the resistance. Free Palestine, the resistance will prevail and the colony will be dismantled. Liberation will win.