Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Jihadi-takfiri Martyrdom Poem : "Your Abode is in the Gardens of Paradise"

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Jihadi-takfiri poem by cyber jihadi Asadullah al-Shishani (Lion of God, The Chechen), run without edits. Artwork and font colors (except for the title) below are in the original.
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Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise



Assalaamu alaykum,


Do not think that those who are killed in the cause of GOD are dead; they are alive at their Lord, enjoying His provisions. They are rejoicing in GOD's grace, and they have good news for their comrades who did not die with them, that they have nothing to fear, nor will they grieve. They have good news of GOD's blessings and grace, and that GOD never fails to reward the believers.

Quran: 3:169-171




You are not dead, you are alive, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

A winner you are, and losers are your enemies, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

They have given unto you that which you sought, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

By shedding your blood, you live forever, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

The seedlings of Tawhid have been nourished with your blood, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

Your desire was freedom not oppression, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

Indeed you have been most successful, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

Red like the tulip and fragrant like musk is your blood, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

When your body fell your soul arose, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

A starstruck smile of happiness beyond this world, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

In exchange for this cruel world are cool rivers and green trees, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

In the company of the beautiful Maidens and eating sweet fruits, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

Flying over the rainbow in the heart of a Green Bird, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

Happy is your mother and proud is your father, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

We only cry because we miss you, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

Like a bloody jawed wolf to the kuffar you were, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

And with your brothers you were a fuzzy lamb, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

The machine gun was your anthem, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

A proud terrorist, a freedom fighter, with a warm smile, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

This earth was not good enough, so you left it bloodied, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

You asked to meed God, and He called upon you, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

How lucky! How we envy you, O Martyr!
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

You are not forgotten because you have earned a lofty rank, O Martyr!
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise

Asadullah Alshishani
longs to join your Caravan, O Martyr
Your abode is in the Gardens of Paradise



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