If Only I was a Mujahid…
Since childhood, in my heart, I have had this wish, this desire, this longing,
oh! If only I was a Mujahid
I would keep my trousers above my ankles
My face would be decorated with the Sunnah of Rasul Allah (SAW)
A middle parting I would have in my hair
Upon my shoulder I would carry a rocket launcher and in my hand there would be a Kalashnikov
A bomb would adorn my chest and the band of Laa Ilaaha Il Allah would be across my forehead
Then, crossing the blood-stained valley I would launch myself into the thick of battle
Shouting Allahu Akbar I would attack His enemies
Each of them I would eliminate, one by one, avenging the blood of my Shaheed brothers
I would free the weak from tyranny and oppression
Yes! This is the Mujahid I would be!
A Mujahid who would pile up the bodies of the enemy, like Khalid Bin Walid (ra)
Who would shatter the idols, like Mahmood Ghazanwi
Who would burn the ships on the seashore, like Tariq Bin Zayad
Who would battle against the crusaders like, Salaahuddin Ayyubi
And then… fighting Jihad, I would become Shaheed…
But, Alas! This cannot be!
For, a lion-hearted, Mujahid warrior I am not
in fact...I am a fragile woman.
By the sister of Abu Talha Yaameen