By Abu Sa’eed Al-Britani (From the video, “Message Of A Mujahid”)
After writing my article titled, “In Memory Of Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki“, I felt that I should also give a glimpse into the lives of other Mujaahideen here in Sham. These souls have gone forward and are now, bi ithnillaah, in the hearts of green birds.
I write these short snippets from the lives of the Shuhadaa’ in hope that I can encourage many through them, and also giving the readers a glimpse of what the jihadi life is like.
Abu Sayf Al-Waahid Al-Britani:
“The brother with the knife”
This was a brother I had met in Raqqa around Muharram 1436. He was from the UK but originally from a Bangladeshi origin. I was first introduced to him by a good friend and brother, Abu Dharr As-Somali. As the weeks went on, I managed to have a strong friendship with this brother.
He was well built and was very skilled in mixed martial arts (MMA). Whenever I used to see him, he always used to carry his knife around with him. He was known to be the one who always takes his knife wherever he goes. Many times when brothers go out for a scroll, we took our guns and ammunition with us, yet this brother casually used to walk around with nothing but a knife!
He was very skilled in his knife attacks and defenses and had a lot of confidence, sometimes so much that we even used to worry for him.
During the period when I was doing Hisbah work in Raqqa, Abu Sayf Al-Waahid used to accompany me and we used to walk the streets together ensuring the Law of Allaah was upheld and no citizen of the State broke any Law. As I had my AK47 over one shoulder and a stick in the other hand, he only had his knife strapped to his waist. Even during our house searches, it was important that we have our guns on us for safety reasons especially if we were going to search a house of a person we believed to be a spy. Yet Abu Sayf Al-Waahid, never once hesitated to go around with nothing but his knife; such confidence and courage.
We were once taking a few prisoners to the Police station, and I saw how he was casually walking with his hands in his pockets, not even with the slightest fear.
He had a strong jaahiliyyah which saw him stab many people and his arms were covered in tattoos, yet I swear by the One in Whose Hand is my soul, I have never met a brother who was so mature and so humble, not ever boasting about his Jaahiliyyah. I never once saw even an ounce of pride or arrogance from this brother, even though he could easily have had so much.
On occasions, he would not have a lot of money yet he would be very generous towards his brothers, buying them food and not ever talking about ‘repaying the favor’ or asking others to pay next time.
We had a strong relationship where we would sometimes sit for long durations of time at night and just talk about life. We would buy some food and sit on the floor by sidewalk and have the most deepest of discussions. From the very first time we met we both felt such a string bond between us. It was as if our souls had met in Jannah hence why we were so accustomed and comfortable with each other.
During my injury, I used to travel a lot between Al-Bab and Raqqa, and I used to bump into him in the most random of places and when I didn’t even expect it. The last time I saw him was when I went to Raqqa to visit a brother in hospital. We accompanied each other, and as I was walking towards the bus station to go back to Al-Bab, we were talking about life and how we had left everything and everyone behind in the west.
As I went to the bus station and I sat down waiting for my bus, we spoke a lot about almost everything. He expressed his desire to get married and raise a family, and even though he lived a very harsh life before, he was the kind of guy that I would happily give a tazkiyah for and easily give my sisters hand in marriage to. If someone never knew his past were to try and guess what sort of person he was in his jaahiliyyah, he would never be able to guess due to his humbleness and complete change in personality. Islam had changed him for the better.
As we were talking, he mentioned how he was running a little low on cash and I gave him some money, he smiled and thanked me so much. As I sat on the bus and saw him walk away, I quickly jumped off, called him over and gave him some more money. He seemed so delighted and couldn’t stop thanking me. I then sat on the bus and saw him as he walked away into the distance, not knowing that I would never see him again.
He was martyred in Kobani around January / February time. May Allaah grant him the highest stations in Jannah, ameen.
Abu Musa Franci:
Soft with the Believers, harsh with the Kuffaar.
Abu Musa Franci was a brother who I had met in my training camp back when I was with Jabhat An-Nusrah, and after I came to Dawlah he would always send me messages on my Whatsapp reprimanding me for not telling him about my plans as he also wanted to come. We would have friendly arguments about it, and a few months later he managed to come to Dawlah as well.
He was a brother who was probably the most humble brother I had ever met. He never complained about anything bad which others may have done to him, and he was quick to give up his rights to please his brothers. If someone owed him money which they forgot about, he would forgive them; if someone asked him of a favor, he would do it; if someone blamed him for something, he would humbly accept his error and apologize.
I would be astonished at how such a humble brother could have a duel personality; humble towards the believers on the one side, yet so harsh towards the Kuffaar on the other side. I would ask how he had become a jihadi as I could never imagine him killing anyone, not even a fly, and he would smile and say it’s an obligation as instructed to us in the Quran. So humble towards the believers, yet still a tough Mujahid on the battlefield.
Once when I was in the hospital visiting another brother, I bumped into him and saw him with another friend of ours (Abu Mus’ab Franci) who had shrapnel from a rocket pierce into his flesh from head to toe in the back. I asked Abu Musa what happened and he said that the two of them were sitting in a car along with two other brothers about 100 meters behind front lines when a rocket hit the car. One brother got shahaadah, another got slightly injured, Abu Mu’sab here got severely injured and when I asked Abu Musa what happened to him, he smiled and said, ‘Nothing alhamdulillaah’. He was so calm and humble and he smiled as he indirectly made fun of the injured brother, who managed to laugh as well.
Abu Musa was probably the most handsome brother I have ever met. He would sit down and eat food, and the brothers would look at him commenting on his hair or his looks. Once during ribat, he was walking to the lookout position from the house and the brother asked him whether he was coming to safeguard the borders or pose for a TV show. He was naturally a very handsome brother, and the brothers used to pick on him, commenting on his pose even if he would just stand by the wall doing nothing. He was a very humble brother and he never had any pride in his good looks.
He had long hair which he would comb back with his hands when it would come down over his eyes or face, and he would get so shy when the brothers would speak of his good looks. No matter what he would do, the brothers would imitate him, joking with him in a brotherly way.
He was martyred in Kobani around February / March 2015, may Allaah grant him the 72 beautiful women which He has promised the Shuhadaa’, ameen.
Abu Ali Kashmiri
My best friend, and guide.
When I was in Jabhat AN-Nusrah, Abu Ali Kashmiri along with Abu Amanah As-Somali (see next section) would speak to me about Dawlah and I would ask them many questions, which later on lead me to join the blessed State.
Abu Ali Kashmiri, although younger than me by two years, was like my early supervisor and initial teacher. Although I had undergone my training in the camps, I would learn a lot from Abu Ali Kashmiri. I remember he once told me how rule number one of ribat is to increase our defense every day. And later when he would see me in ribat (in Dawlah) making sandbags or digging trenches, I would look at him and repeat rule number one of ribat to him, and he would smile with such a beautiful smile.
He was like my teacher and mentor, like an elder brother to me (even though he was two years younger than me!) as he had the qualities of someone who looks out for others.
Whenever he managed to get some money from outside he saw it as an obligation upon himself to thank Allaah for this blessing, and he done this by giving a portion of his wealth to those brothers less fortunate than him.
During the Sahawaat, he retreated from far west of Idlib to the far east of Halab. He would talk about his experiences and tell me a lot about how it changed him. During these tough times, he was with another Syrian brother and they would walk up and down the mountains, sleeping in the woods in the cold winter nights. I am summarizing his experiences in just a short paragraph but by Allaah, so much can be said about what he went through.
I remember when I got news of his shahadah; I was in Raqqa at the time and when a brother told me about his martyrdom, I felt like falling on the floor in sujood. It affected me like nothing before. I had never cried as much as I did when I heard he got shahaadah, and I don’t think I will ever cry as much for anyone else. He was with me right from the beginning and the thought of me losing him never once crossed my mind.
I remember once I was sitting in an internet café talking to a few brother on Whatsapp, and when they mentioned Abu Ali Kashmiri, I froze in remembrance of him. As the brother carried on messaging me, I put my phone down on my lap and covered my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks and on my beard. Those around me in the café looked at me as I sat there with tears rolling down my cheeks. For the likes of Abu Ali, lets the tears flow!
Even till this day, when I think of him it causes my eyes to swell and I force myself not to shed a tear. While writing these words now, I can feel my eyes getting watery. Because of Allaah, and then because of him I came to Dawlah and just knowing that every deed I do here, every Kaafir I kill, every second I spend in ribat, it pleases me knowing that he also gets the reward (due to him bringing me here). I live my life, eagerly waiting for the Day of Judgement where I will see him again, as he ascends higher in Jannah due to my deeds which he also gets a copy of the rewards.
Abu Ali was the type who was loved by everyone who met him. He never got on anyone’s nerves and was firm upon this path.
I wish to say more about this beautiful brother and the experiences i had with him, yet the more I speak of him, the more my heart cries and aches in remembrance of him.
He was my mentor, my tutor, my supervisor, my advisor… Abu Ali Kashmiri, you are greatly missed. May Allaah unite me with him in the Hereafter and bless him abundantly for all he taught me.
Abu Amanah As-Somali
Calm, relaxed, and a very good leader.
Abu Amanah alongside Abu Ali Kashmiri were the two who helped me come to Dawlah. He was a very knowledgeable brother and was well versed in the Arabic language. I remember on my last day in Jabhat, I was sitting in a car with Abu Amanah from 8pm till 2am talking about Dawlah. Whenever my Amirs of Jabhat used to criticize Dawlah brothers, I would think of Abu Amanah As-Somali and Abu Ali Kashmiri, and just their manners were sufficient proof to dispel all the lies and arguments against Dawlah.
I remember when I used to visit him in the hospital, I would come sit next to him, and he would advise me about Jihad and we would speak for hours. Although he was injured and in a lot of pain, he never once complained about his injury.
Due to his experience of admin work, he became one of the admins for our battalion. He worked very hard to ensure the battalion was running smoothly, from scheduled holidays for those on ribat, to ensuring food and military equipment was sufficient for all fighters. Our battalion had approximately 300 brothers in it, and he undertook the workload on his shoulders very smoothly. Whenever someone wanted to speak to him, he was always willing to listen; he was open about criticisms and never made a decision without consultation (Shoorah).
Administrating a battalion of 300 men can become very stressful and tiring yet Abu Amanah undertook the work with ease and calmness. When he wasn’t working, he was either seen reading the Quraan from memory or enjoying the companionship of his brothers. A very relaxed brother who worked very hard for our battalion.
I remember when Abu Amanah, with his broken arm, was wrestling with another brother who had a broken leg. The two of them wrestled and it was a scene that brought a smile on everyone’s face. Seeing two ‘disabled’ brothers trying to grapple with each other and get each other in locks and submission moves was something which lightened everyone’s day up. Even through tough times of being injured, he still managed to enjoy his life and not get saddened or disheartened due to his injury.
When I got news of his shahaadah, I almost came to tears, as he and Abu Ali Kashmiri were the ones who brought me to Dawlah and helped me a lot. Yet the thought of him going to Jannah and being reunited with Abu Ali Kashmiri eased my pain.
He attained martyrdom in Kobani in February 2015, leaving behind his wife and kids. May Allaah make it easy upon her to raise their kids and may they grow up to be lions of Jihad.
Abu Dharr As-Somali
The nasheed man.
Abu Dharr came Sham about a month or two after I came. He was about 19 years old and had a very unique personality.
He had a very beautiful voice and he loved to sing nasheeds for the brothers. Sometimes we would be sitting in Ribat and he would just start to sing a nasheed; and many times he would make the words up as he goes along.
I can recall numerous occasions where brothers would be sitting down and Abu Dharr would start to sing a nasheed randomly. Once during ribat, it was his turn to wash the dishes, a task which he was not very fond of. He tried so hard to make excuses not to do them, but the Amir was persistent, so he had no choice. We were all looking at him as he got up and as he took his long lazy walk towards the kitchen. He had his head down as he walked and we all knew how boring he found it to wash the dishes. As he went to the kitchen and started washing the piles and piles of dishes, we could hear him singing a nasheed! It was such a beautiful scene. We all knew how much he disliked washing the dishes and him singing nasheeds was his way to help him kill his boredom. Ya Abu Dharr, you’re so unique and beautiful!
Sometimes we could just tell him to do a nasheed about a certain topic and he would start to sing on the spot, making lyrics up as he sings.
Once the two of us went Shadadi (a small town in the deserts of Sham, very close to the Iraqi border), and during the heat of the midday sun as we were walking slowly and fatigued in the sandy roads and pathways, he randomly started singing a few verses of a nasheed. And these were purely his own nasheeds in English which he would come up with in his head. It was a way for him to kill his boredom.
He was the type of brother who would sing a nasheed when everyone went quiet or when no one was anticipating it.
He was not very good at rhyming couplets, yet due to his voice, you would not pay attention to it. I remember telling him that it would be better if he used rhyming couplets in his nasheeds. So as he started making up his lyrics, I would correct him on every couplet he made, and gave him a better line to say. This went on for about 5 minutes, each time he could never think of a rhyming word, and then after so many failed attempts, he looked at me and said, “What does rhyming mean?” I laughed so hard that my stomach started to hurt! Abu Dharr As-Somali was such a beautiful and unique brother.
He attained martyrdom in Kobani along with 7 other Somali brothers. May Allaah grant him the highest abodes in Jannah, ameen.
Abu Muhammad Ansari
The doctor with a smile, loved by all.
I first met Abu Muhammad when I had my motorcycle accident back in May 2014. I had scars all over my hands, my arms, my hip and both my knees. When Abu Muhammad Ansari saw me, he smiled at me as I walked in with pain. He assisted me to the hospital bed, and began treating my scars. The sight of the blood and burnt skin was a nasty sight, however Abu Muhammad Ansari never once had any facial expression which showed his dislike for it.
He would always smile as he operated on the brothers. While he was cleaning my wounds and bandaging me, he asked if I got burnt due to making bombs and I said no, so he asked me how this happened and I told him it was a motorcycle accident. He smiled at me and carried on with his task of bandaging me. The next month saw me going to the hospital every other day to clean my wounds and get my arm wrapped again with a fresh bandage. And I always saw him helping those around him with a smile on his face, never complaining about the tasks he was doing.
A few months later I was injured again, and when I went to the hospital he saw me and smiled with a huge grin. He loved helping the injured and everyone in the hospital loved him the most from all the doctors.
A few months down the line, and I was injured yet again (I got a huge nail through my foot). When I was on my way to the hospital I was smiling as I knew I would bump into Abu Muhammad Ansari and he would make fun of me asking how I got injured this time.
After this, whenever I used to go to the hospital, whether it was taking an injured brother there or going to visit a brother, he would smile at me, hold me by the hand and look up and down my body asking me where I got injured this time. He was such a cheerful and lively brother.
Being a doctor in hospital is not an easy task, and the continuous sight of blood and disabled brothers who need assistance for almost everything can cause a lot of stress, yet Abu Muhammad Ansari was always seen smiling. He loved helping the injured Mujaahideen and he never once complained about his tasks. Even if he was tired or eating, he would rush to assist the injured with a cheerful face.
In December 2014, he went to Kobani and set up a small base behind enemy lines where he, along with a few other doctors, were healing the injured brothers before sending them to the hospitals. As he was doing his work of assisting the injured, a bomb dropped on his hideout, killing him and one other brother.
I remember when I got news of his martyrdom, I was walking in the souk in Al-Bab and another doctor, Abu ‘Ali Ansari, saw me and told me of the news. It affected me and I felt the pain of losing him. I can remember how I was walking that day in the souk with my head down, not thinking of anything but Abu Muhammad Ansari.
May Allaah reward Abu Muhammad Ansari with the best and accept all his good deeds, ameen.
Abu Anas Ansari
Young in age, yet strong at heart.
Although this article is dedicated to those who have become martyred, I cannot but help myself from mentioning the young Abu Anas Ansari.
I first met Abu Anas Ansari in April 2014 when I was going to ribat between Al-Bab and Ikhtireen; there were about 7 of us brothers in a van and before going to our ribat point we stopped over at another ribat point as some brothers needed to change their shifts. As we stopped over at this ribat point, I saw Abu Anas Ansari crying so much as they told him to get in the van and off the ribat point. At the time, he was a only 13 years old and the brothers told him to return to the safe house located about 20km behind enemy lines due to his small age.
As he came to the van, his eyes were flowing with so many tears, and I could hear his sobbing so clearly. I sat in the van staring at this young Syrian boy as he begged the Amir to let him stay in ribat. No matter what the brothers said, Abu Anas was not satisfied with the reasons for not allowing him to stay.
His tears rolled down his cheeks and as he sat there, he lowered his head not looking up at anyone. Just his face gave away all the signs of the mixed emotions he was feeling, from sadness to anger. I cannot describe how beautiful the scene was. A young Syrian boy, with not even a single hair on his face, was crying so profusely with his tears covering his entire face. He had tears roll down his cheeks, roll down to the tip of his nose, and it was a scene which touched everyone who was present. He finally stopped sobbing so much when the Amir told him that he could return to ribat after some time. As we drove off the ribat point and the ribat point I was to get off at, he just sat at the front of the van with his gaze fixed to the floor in sadness.
A few months later, I met Abu Anas Ansar again, this time we were both in the same ribat point. I remember on one occasion we were going to sneak up on the enemy at around 2am. The Amir elected Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki to choose two more brothers from among us to go for this small task. He chose me and another brother for this task. Abu Anas Ansari requested that he be allowed to go forward into enemy camp, yet Abu JundUllaah refused saying how he was “only a small child”. As soon as he said this, the eyes of Abu Anas began to swell and go red. We watched as he lowered his head and began to cry so much!
I reprimanded Abu JundUllaah telling him that what he said was inappropriate and reminded him that the two Sahabahs who killed Abu Jahl were “only small children”. I then hugged Abu Anas, who was still looking down on the floor in sadness, angry at what Abu JundUllaah had said to him. Abu JundUllaah saw me hug him, so he also came near to apologize and hug Abu Anas. As Abu JundUllaah tried to hug him, Abu Anas pushed his hand away, the same way a little kid would do so when he is angry. He was so upset and it was obvious that he was criticizing Abu JundUllaah in his head, thinking of so many things to say to him. Abu Anas was young at age and acted in such a beautiful way that made us all increase in our love for him. He was like our young brother who wanted something so badly but then started to cry when it wasn’t given to him. Abu JundUllaah tried to talk to him but Abu Anas never once glanced at him nor replied back to him, but just kept on pushing him away every time Abu JundUllaah tried to come near to him. Such a beautiful young brother maashaaAllaah.
During the next few weeks, Abu Anas would play a vital role in planning attacks against the enemy and planning night raids into enemy territory. Me, him and Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki would sit with our Amir Abu Muhammad Shishani, coming up with tactics to sneak up the enemy and take them out by surprise. Abu Anas, although young at age was nothing less than a real man in his heart. His body was slim and short yet his heart was like that of a lion. Many times the four of us would sit in a circle and Abu Anas would mention a tactic which would make us all smile. So young yet so brave and creative in his tactics.
A few months later I was injured and while I was back in the town of Al-Bab, I would see Abu Anas driving around the town during his days off ribat. He is now 14 years old and I would see him on his motorbike driving around, with his Klash strapped onto his back wearing his military clothing.
I remember once I saw him in a 4×4 sitting with a very built Bosnian brother. I looked at him and smiled and realized how Allaah gives honor to those who fight jihad in His Path, and how he humiliates those who abandon this path. While many Syrian men are on the streets selling petrol and diesel or working as cleaners on the road, this young Syrian Mujahid is driving around in a Hilux with his Klash and his Radio, armed with ammunition and military equipment.
Allaah gives honor to those who deserve it, and whenever I see this young brother I always approach him to give him a hug and a kiss on his head. May Allaah grant him a blessed life, keep him steadfast on this path, and grant him an honorable death just as He is giving him an honorable life, ameen.
These are just glimpses into the lives of a few brothers, inshaaAllaah if time permits I would be writing about other brothers as well. Many have sacrificed their lives for the sake of Allaah and there are many more who, although we do not know, Allaah knows them.
Abu Sa’eed Al-Britani (Kik: shaykh.anwar)
28/06/1436 (Corresponding to 17/04/2015)