Al-Mujaddidah
04-09-05, 12:37 PM
“Ilā Ummī Al-Ghāliyah”
To My Precious Mother
Written by one of the Mujāhidīn in the Arabian Peninsula,
The Brother, Usāmah Al-Khālidī (may Allāh preserve him)
At-Tibyān Publications
Ah! My mother, weep not for your son
For to the Divine Promise and Gardens, I have gone,
To the One Who can pardon my sins
And that which these two hands have transgressed in,
And I have left the amusements of the Lowly World
For a people who find in it their aspirations and goals,
And for the Pleasure of my Lord, I have given my soul
When He called me, I answered the Call,
Cry not, O Mother, for a son
Who went forth towards the sharp spears,
Seeking death in honour and pride
Refusing to live in humiliation,
I have left my blood, Precious Mother, behind me
Showing the path to the Gardens,
And here are my scattered limbs, narrating
To those who yearn, that this is the dowry (Mahr) for the Beautiful Maidens,
But the Dīn of Allāh, I testify, is more precious
To me than this life, in which all are bound to perish,
Precious Mother, I am wearing a crown
And dwelling in Castles, amongst the Choirs,
With a Virgin who hums to me melodies
Giving me drink from the tips of her fingers,
Because I fought, I have been embraced by her breasts
And her heart which is full of affection,
And verily I hope for a Day
When for you I can intercede,
So patience, in the Path of Allāh, patience
Because O Precious Mother, the Lowly World is a few seconds.
To My Precious Mother
Written by one of the Mujāhidīn in the Arabian Peninsula,
The Brother, Usāmah Al-Khālidī (may Allāh preserve him)
At-Tibyān Publications
Ah! My mother, weep not for your son
For to the Divine Promise and Gardens, I have gone,
To the One Who can pardon my sins
And that which these two hands have transgressed in,
And I have left the amusements of the Lowly World
For a people who find in it their aspirations and goals,
And for the Pleasure of my Lord, I have given my soul
When He called me, I answered the Call,
Cry not, O Mother, for a son
Who went forth towards the sharp spears,
Seeking death in honour and pride
Refusing to live in humiliation,
I have left my blood, Precious Mother, behind me
Showing the path to the Gardens,
And here are my scattered limbs, narrating
To those who yearn, that this is the dowry (Mahr) for the Beautiful Maidens,
But the Dīn of Allāh, I testify, is more precious
To me than this life, in which all are bound to perish,
Precious Mother, I am wearing a crown
And dwelling in Castles, amongst the Choirs,
With a Virgin who hums to me melodies
Giving me drink from the tips of her fingers,
Because I fought, I have been embraced by her breasts
And her heart which is full of affection,
And verily I hope for a Day
When for you I can intercede,
So patience, in the Path of Allāh, patience
Because O Precious Mother, the Lowly World is a few seconds.