A Prayer for My Brothers and Sisters in Palestine

Prayers for my brothers and sisters who are loved by Allah in Palestine...

The thunder of cannons could be heard. The screams of guns could be heard. The bombs could be heard crashing down. A dark atmosphere gripped the very pulse of life. You faced it all without fear. You bravely fought back against the cruel, demonic army. Courage was your weapon. You had cast fear away. Your body and skin had been adorned with the magnificent garments of heaven. You considered the weapons before your eyes and head a reward. This life for you was the Kautsar lake where the martyrs were welcomed by the Prophet. 

What a loss we are, far from the land of the brave. We lose far from souls who are not afraid of death. We can only send power through holy prayers through the Divine wind. Our souls will not be at peace for a moment before we offer these holy prayers for you. We know your feelings, dear brother. We are aware of how your hearts rebelled for justice, for victory, for recognition, to escape from living in the shadow of the cursed Zionist tyranny. 

From the past, present, and future, the world seems silent. The world seems blind. The world seems deaf. The world is silent to the oppression and murder you suffer. The world is blind to the crimes you experience. The world is deaf to the roar of missiles and bombs falling on your homes, schools, mosques, and homes.

We can feel it all, my brothers. We are sadder. More torn apart. More sorrowful, when we see you oppressed, tortured, hit by weapons, peppered with bullets, chased and beaten. Our hearts cry, our souls are deeply scarred, our hearts sob helplessly. The trials you face are severe. Heavy, too, is the scale of the reward you will receive. You are martyrs.

Dear Allah..

Oh Lord..

Oh God…

Strengthen our brothers there. Little martyrs in Palestine. In the land of Heaven. In the blessed land. In the land of the Martyrs. Raise their heads before the Zionists of the Ape and Pig nations. Establish Faith in the hearts of our brothers. Close their shaffs and rows. Strengthen their steps in the struggle and fight to win the rights that have been confiscated and robbed. Rights that are seized with injustice, revenge and bloodshed. Guard our brothers with the best of Your supervision, O Rabbi. 

O my brothers, you are noble people in a lowly world. Your lives will remain noble. Your lives are pages of wisdom, layers of blessings, and showers of rewards. Your blood is fragrant in Paradise. Your bodies are clothed in fragrant musk. Your souls bear sacred and eternal witness to securing a place beside God. 

This is a prayer I send to you there. I hope that one day you will smile again. A smile that will be beautifully etched forever. A smile that has long been locked and shackled by oppression. A smile that carries a sign that we will surely fight together against the nation of pigs and monkeys. And, we will win, watching them groan, roasted to death. 

Today, Zionist bastards can have fun, they can party, they can smile beautifully, smile when they see small children crying and whining bitterly, fathers who surrender at the point of a gun, mothers who are hysterical holding back grief and wounds. Yes.. That ape man. Humans who are never satisfied with killing. The insatiable pig man begins.   

Wait for the time when we will avenge you, we will exterminate you, we will eradicate you, and we will wipe you from the face of this earth. Brave, small-scale mujahideen will pursue you, even behind rocks and tree branches. Rocks and tree branches will scream and shatter. 

"Here he is," 

“There he is,” the Jew behind me. Kill him. destroy him. the rock shrieked.

May Allah always protect you, my brothers,

May Allah always bless you, my brothers in faith,,

May Allah always protect you, O martyrs and martyrs of the inhabitants of heaven.

Amen…

Gontor, January 25, 2018, From Your Brothers in Indonesia