By Abu Sa’eed Al-Britani (From the video, “Message Of A Mujaahid”)
I write this short article in memory of this soldier, and hope that it can inspire many, and also count as a sadaqah jaariyah for him on the Day of Judgement. May Allaah reward him with Al-Firdous, and reunite me with him in the hereafter, ameen.
Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki, a man who stood firm on the battlefield, who lived up to his name of being a true soldier of Allaah. All those who knew him testified to his bravery and his courage in the face of the enemy.
Abu JundUllaah, aged 24, was a built man with very good physique. He had broad shoulders and was very fit. I knew Abu JundUllaah for a very short period of time, approximately 9 or 10 months, but during this time period we became very close friends, willing to die for each other without question.
Although he didn’t understand a word of English and I didn’t understand a word of Russian, we both managed to communicate in Arabic and become close brothers. Wherever I went on the battlefield, he was right behind me; and wherever he went on the battlefield, I was right behind him.
My First Encounter With Him:
Within the first couple of days of joining Dawlah, one of our ribat points were under attack by the enemy. The alarm was called and we all jumped on the back of our pickups and drove to the front lines to assist our brothers. The car parked about 300 meters away from the front line and we all jogged the remaining 300 meters. However, due to this being a new ribat point, we were unaware where the enemy was and where our brothers were.
There were about 30 of us brothers on top of a hill looking forward at another hill, behind which, the enemy and our brothers were having their crossfire. We could hear the gunshots going to and fro but had a little confusion as to where the enemy was and where our brothers were. This annoyed some and others got aggravated, as we desired to help our brothers but did not know where anyone was.
One of the brothers on top of this mountain had a radio and was speaking to the brothers who were under attack, trying to figure out where everyone was. It was a tough time for everyone. Occasionally a few bullets flew over our heads and we were all laying down atop of this mountain waiting for further instructions.
Tensions rose as we lay there, hearing shots being fired, unable to assist our brothers. In the height of the tension, there was not much we could do, as we didn’t want to end up shooting our own brothers, a fault which occurs numerous times on the battlefield.
The time ticks on and I also start to get annoyed and aggravated. I speak to the brother with the radio asking why it’s taking long to know the location, and as I’m speaking to him, I hear a brother shout at all of us on the mountain saying, “Our brothers are dying, why are we still here?” And with a loud voice, he screams “Allaahu akbar”, and runs down the hill and over the next hill. I look at this brother, running with a PKC in his hand, as he dashes across the field. As he reaches the other side, he hays down on the ground and starts shooting the enemy.
As soon as he left off, the brother with the radio informed us of the whereabouts of the enemy. It was exactly where this brother was running to. Everyone looked at him with respect and awe, and his actions triggered everyone else to run forward.
As the battle continued, I lost sight of this brother, however after successfully pushing back the enemy, we all regrouped in the ribat point. As I saw him, I just smiled looking at a face full of noor (light). The bother had a smile on his face as he sat on the ground talking with the brothers around him. It was amazing how he was so stern with the disbelievers and had love and mercy towards his fellow Muslims.
The next few days went on and I was in the safe-house; every time I would see this brother, I would remember his courage and his eagerness to fight the enemies of Allaah. I once spoke to him and asked him his name; “Abu JundUllaah” he replied, a name which reflected his personality, and a man who would become my best friend over the coming weeks.
His Love For Ribat:
As the months went on, I was once assigned to a ribat point in Barooza, a small village near Ikhtireen (Wilayah Halab). There were two battalions here, an English speaking battalion and a Russian speaking battalion. I was with the English speaking battalion, however after some time, I decided to join the Russian speaking battalion.
Majority of us spoke Arabic to a certain degree, some better than others, but our communication was good.
During the nights I would see him with a huge smile on his face. Even when he was tired and half asleep, he would be smiling. The joy of ribat was visible on his face. We used to do two hours of night duty for two people every day. So two brothers would do from 8pm to 10pm, then two brothers would do from 10pm to 12 midnight, so on and so forth until Fajr.
Abu JundUllaah however, used to do about 6 hours or sometimes more in one night. Sometimes he would stay awake from Ishaa to Fajr doing ribat letting the others sleep. Doing this for a day or two is not so tough, however doing it continuously for months is not an easy task. Yet Abu JundUllaah proved himself to be a true Muraabit.
Many times he would awaken for his shift and not move a muscle, just sitting there with his weapon and binoculars gazing into enemy territory.
His Love For Creeping Up On The Enemy:
So many times during our night ribat, he would look at me and say, “(translated) Abu Sa’eed, shall we go forward and attack the enemy by surprise?” and we would sneak up so close to the enemy lines that if we just coughed we would be caught.
During the early stages, we would crawl, stop for a while, hide behind trees, carry on crawling a bit, until we get close enough to open fire. Yet as the weeks went on, we got so used to doing this that we would walk calmly all the way.
I remember once it was my turn to do the dishes, so I was a little late to join the brothers doing ribat, and when I had arrived I saw no sign of Abu JundUllaah. I done my shift and went to sleep. The next day I saw Abu JundUllaah wearing new clothes, new shoes, and a new jacket. I enquired about this and he told me how he and a Ansari brother crept forward into enemy territory and managed to get some ghaneemah. I was so angry at him. As I was shouting at him for not going with me, he smiled and we both ended up laughing. I made him promise me that he would never go forward again without me, and he did.
That night, me and him crept forward to enemy territory. We managed to go about 50 meters close to the enemy and were laying in the open field crawling closer. It was about 2am, and as we were crawling closer, we heard the enemy load a bullet into the chamber of his rifle.
We both stopped still, hoping that he would not see us. The enemy then shot a bullet which whizzed above our heads. As we lay there on the open ground next to each other, another bullet from the far right shot above our heads. We both looked at each other, thinking that today was going to be our last day alive. It was pitch black and we were both camouflaged, yet any movement would make it easier for the enemy to spot us, and we were hoping they never.
We lay there for a few minutes and a few bullets were shot by the enemy. Then a few bullets were being shot to our far right and then to our far left, so we then knew that we had not been seen but maybe they only heard a sound.
We could not run forward as there was no cover, and we could not run back either as the nearest cover was about 50 meters away. And any sign of movement or sound would have made the enemy see us clearly. About 10 mins later and we had managed to escape un harmed.
This was just one of numerous mini missions we had together. Each mission increased us in our love we had for each other and our brotherhood grew and grew as the time went on. Ribat life brought us so close to each other. As living with someone for such a long time increases the bond between you. Our Amir, Abu Muhammad Shishani, knew how close we had come and he always used to assign us together for any tasks.
Abu Jundullaah And His PKC:
Abu JundUllaah was known to always be with his PKC; a rifle somewhat bigger and heavier than an AK47. Everywhere he went, he carried his PKC with him. It’s a very heavy gun, and not something which everyone can handle. But Abu JundUllaah was attached to it and loved it very much. I remember one day I was in the safe-house looking for him, and I found him on the roof cleaning his PKC while singing a nasheed. It was a beautiful sight. As other brothers were enjoying their time off ribat with playing football or eating out, this brother secluded himself on the roof and was dissembling his PKC, cleaning it with his gun oil.
I looked at him as he was smiling singing his Uzbeki Jihadi nasheed. Just the sight was enough to increase my love for him.
He was known as the man with the PKC, many times when brothers didn’t know his name but wanted to speak about him, they used to refer to him as “The brother with the PKC”.
I remember once on ribat, I was sitting on the roof of a house, and as the night crept in, I saw him walk out of the other house with his AK47 over his right shoulder, a shotgun over his left shoulder, and his PKC in his hand. I smiled as I looked at this brave soldier walk out and go to his position for night guard.
During his spare time he would customize his PKC. He knew how to sew, so he would sew a cover for his bullet holder as well as camouflage his gun. He had also made a wooden backpack with the chain of bullets coming out connected to his gun. If you do not know much about PKC’s, then it’s quite hard to describe, but it was indeed a valuable and intelligent invention. Instead of having the box of bullets near the trigger of the gun, weighing it down, he had it on his back. The next weeks went on with everyone talking about it. It was a bit like someone pimping out their car, but much more interesting and remarkable.
During ribat, we usually got 3 weeks on and 3 days off. This was the usual schedule. Me and him, used to take our days off together. And during our days off we would fight with one another on who would pay for the goods at the shop. And sometimes we literally used to fight! We would push and shove each other to try and pay the shopkeeper. At times we would start to play-wrestle, and as he was more bigger than me, he would usually win.
This increased the, already strong, love we had for each other. Many times I would buy something for him and he would buy something double the price for me.
I remember I once bought a ju’bah for him. A ju’bah is a bit like a vest but with pockets for you to have your magazines in. He was so happy with joy, that the next day he tried to give me his pistol. I kindly refused and the next day I woke up and saw he had put it next to my pillow!
We used to compete with giving gifts to each other, and many times I would have to refuse his gifts due to them being too much. Each time we would go to the military shops to buy something we would end up play fighting on who would pay; each one wishing we would pay.
Jundullaah In The Battle Of Ikhtireen:
In Shawaal 1435, we were to attack Mas’oodi (a village before Ikhtireen). The plan was a very simple one, 8 brothers were to sit in a BNB (a small Tank) and drive into the village and take out the enemy by surprise. As we entered the village, Abu JundUllaah took initiative and ran forward. With his PKC in his hand and his AK47 over his shoulder, this soldier of Allaah ran headfirst firing the enemy. Just the sight of him rushing forward was sufficient to cause everyone else to run forward behind him.
As we entered the village, me and him were always together. Wherever I went, he followed me; and wherever he went I followed him. We were put in a small group of four men, who were to stick together throughout the fight. At first, one brother had gone off, then another random brother joined us, then the other brother went missing, and then this new brother also went off, etc. complete disorder, no one stuck in their group. But throughout the battle me and Abu JundUllaah stuck by each other’s side.
We both had so much trust in each other that I could easily run a mile and not look back, but know that he was behind me, and same vice versa. I would just shout his name and run down a road and know he was behind me, we had so much trust in each other.
He was always in the front line, rushing forward, encouraging others to fight. No one can be with him except that they would feel as if they would win the battle. He brought a sense of bravery and courage to all those who were around him.
After Mas’oodi had been taken over, Abu JundUllaah, me and two other brothers were standing between Mas’oodi and Ikhtireen (the next town). There was an open field of about 100-200 meters, and Abu JundUllaah was standing there, on the edge of the town encouraging us to attack the next town as well. The plan of the night was to just take over Mas’oodi, however Abu JundUllaah had other plans.
The two other brother who were with us tried to reason with Abu JundUllaah to tell him to wait until backup comes, as we were only four brothers. And four brothers running across an open field into enemy territory was not a wise decision to make. Abu JundUllaah got frustrated at the wait and turned around and ran across the open field towards the enemy. Just the sight of this soldier was enough to make us follow suit.
During this moment I got injured and I lay down behind behind a huge rock. I was about 10 meters behind Abu JundUllaah and when he saw me fall, he ran towards me. I indicated for him to sit down as he was standing up in open field with the enemy about 20 meters away shooting us from the window of a house. He ignored my request and was shouting for a doctor to come. As the brothers ran across this field, he stood there by my side without any cover. I saw him as he panicked not knowing what to do with me. A few minutes later and a brother came who knew a bit about healing injuries. My wound was wrapped and during this entire time Abu JundUllaah was standing as the enemy was shooting at us.
As he sat down and assisted the brother to wrap my wound, I was laughing so hard. I do not know why I was laughing, but I was just laughing so much. It was a unique feeling. Although I should have been in pain, I did not feel anything and all I could do was laugh. Abu JundUllaah was saying my name, but all I done was laugh and laugh in response. I guessed he got a little confused, so as I was laughing, he raised his hand up and slapped me across my face while calling my name; that woke me up!
I was bandaged and helped off the battlefield by Abu JundUllaah. As he helped me off, I feared least a bullet hit him, and I could see that he also feared the same for me. Once we were behind cover, I lay on the ground and saw him as he was yelling for the brothers to come with a pickup to take me back to the hospital. I was trying to calm him down but it seemed that his anger was for me, and came out due to his love for me. He seemed panicked and I sensed it.
I didn’t want him to lose the reward of fighting in the front lines, so I was continuously telling him to go back to the front lines, yet he refused saying he was going to stay with me until he was sure I was being taken care of.
A pickup then came, I gave him my gun, bullets and all I had and told him to go back to the front lines and kill the enemy. He helped me to the pickup, made sure I was fine and went running back to the front lines.
As mentioned above, the plan of the night was only to attack Mas’oodi, however Abu JundUllaah in his eagerness to fight the Kuffaar lead the way into Ikhtireen. Indeed he opened the way to many battles.
His Dislike To Retreat From Battle:
Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki was known to hate the concept of retreating from battle. When he heard that the brothers retreated a bit from Kobani, he was frustrated and it saddened him a lot. He was angry for all the brothers who gave their lives for the land, and for us to retreat, he saw it as a betrayal of the Shuhadaa’. Whenever this incident was ever mentioned in a gathering, he would speak about his disapproval of it, and the dislike for retreat could easily be seen on his face.
I remember on one occasion we had to retreat from our attack on a village due to backup not coming (we were only twelve brothers). It was a tactical retreat decided by the Amir of our group. During the attack, we were attacking the village from the south, however the Amir told me and Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki to go across the open field and round to the east side of the village to attack it from there. As we were all in our positions, firing upon the enemy, we got orders to retreat. This confused me and Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki. We were very hesitant to retreat, and only after the entire battalion had retreat did we also retreat.
As we retreated and regrouped back in our village, Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki was irritated at the Amir’s decision. I knew Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki and how he disliked the concept of retreat so I had to calm him down, which was not a very easy task. I also had trust in my Amir (Abu Muhammad Shishani) and knew his decision was based on wisdom and insight. Only after speaking to the Amir and knowing his reasons for the retreat did Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki finally quiet down. But still, I could see his annoyance, even after he had got a satisfied answer! Abu JundUllaah Uzbeki was a real soldier of Allaah, may Allaah accept all his deeds, ameen.
A good friend of mine, Abu Musa Norwegi, knows how to treat wounds, and he later told me that in the battle of Ikhtireen, when he went on the battlefield, he saw Abu JundUllaah laying on the floor in pain. He had been shot in his leg near his groin, however whenever someone tried to come near him to treat him, his shyness and sense of honor made him dislike to be uncovered and touched near that region of his body. He was pushing and shoving the brothers as they tried to help him. Abu JundUllaah, you are a man with true honor and dignity!
On another occasion, Abu JundUllaah had shrapnel pierce into his lower back. This caused him much pain when he sat down, even as he walked it caused him much pain. The shrapnel was small in size but stayed inside and also caused many spots to appear all over his body. I remember him telling me about this, and when I asked him why he hasn’t been to the hospital to remove it, he said he felt shy at uncovering his awrah. Abu JundUllaah was a warrior in the face of the Kuffaar and a humble shy brother off the battlefield.
We then went to the doctors and he showed the doctor a spot on his arm and it took him about 5 minutes to explain to the doctor the whereabouts of the shrapnel. I was laughing as he was stumbling over his words. A beautiful brother, stern against the kuffaar and soft with the believers.
As we got the medication and walked out of the doctors, he looked at me and smiled as I was laughing so hard. I don’t think I ever saw him so embarrassed or shy.
An Overnight Change:
Long periods in jihad (and more specifically on ribat) can cause stress. To counter this we need some sort of play and amusement. Marriage helps a lot, but for many of us single brothers, we used to do other things, like play sports, or play with the kids in the town. Many of us, including Abu JundUllaah used to have phones on which we used to play a few games. This was a good stress-reliever.
One day Abu JundUllaah woke up from sleep and started telling me on how unpious he was and how he wanted to increase in his ibaadah. He stated how life was too short to be messing around etc. A few hours later, I saw him come back from the town centre and he had deleted all his games and installed every Islamic application he could find on his phone.
The smiling Abu JundUllaah that I knew had become more quite. As the days went on, he would take long scrolls at night alone. I used to ask him what the matter was and whether he wanted to talk about something but he reassured me everything was ok and he just wanted to be alone with Allaah and contemplate about life.
Many days I would see him walk out of the safe-house all alone, with his pistol in his pocket and not know how late into the night he would come back. He began to isolate himself and talk less and due to our close relationship we had, many brothers would ask me whether he was ok or not.
A few weeks later, and in the peak of his isolation period, he called me one night at around 12 midnight. As I got up out of bed and walked out of the room, he told me he wanted to go do a martyrdom operation!
Going For His Martyrdom Operation:
I can remember the exact scene as he told me he was going for his Martyrdom operation. He had a huge smile on his face and he told me how all he wanted was to be with Allaah. His love of Allaah had made him hate this dunyaa and all its pleasures. I had a feeling this was what caused him to become isolated and always be in deep thought. I sensed it from him as soon as he started being less talkative.
He told me that he had had a dream where he was seen on a battlefield with 100’s of PKK in front of him shooting at him, and with one bullet in his gun, he shot them killing so many of them. He said how he thought this to mean a martyrdom operation. I hugged him and told him to keep his plans a secret and he told me how he had only told me and two other brothers.
The next day in the morning, he was ready to go. I stayed with him the entire time, trying to keep my emotions calm. Every time I would look at him I would smile with a touch of sadness in my smile, and he would just smile back, knowing that I was going to miss him.
It was an emotional scene for me as I was going to say goodbye to one of my best friends. However this is the path of jihad and one day we are all destined to die, and Paradise shall be our place of abode and final meeting point.
The day seemed very long as we waited for the Amir of the town to come pick him up, as the hours clicked on, the situation got more tense. I wanted to grab him and ask him not to go, but for the sake of Allaah, we meet and for the sake of Allaah we depart.
The car then drove into the safe-house and as I walked him over to the car, my heart started to beat. We hugged each other and both asked each other’s forgiveness for anything we may have done which upset each other.
As he sat in the car, I stood by the door and closed it for him. He rolled down the windows and looked in my eyes and smiled. I then put my head inside the car and kissed him on his forehead and then stood there as the Amir drove him away. An emotional scene which only those who have experienced such a thing can know.
Due to certain circumstances, the martyrdom operation was called off and when I heard of this, it was a mixed feeling. I was happy but at the same time sad for him. I saw him a few days later and enquired about this. I could sense he was annoyed that it was called off but he still remained calm.
The next few months saw him eager to attain martyrdom. I was injured at this time so I did not see him much, but I heard that he had joined the ‘Inghimasi’ battalion. This battalion is the one which goes in each battle first. It’s the front line of every battle and they pledge to win or die. Only a few join this battalion and only a few of the few survive. I was happy to hear he had joined this battalion and everyone who came to know of this, testified that this was the best thing for him. All those who knew him, knew that he matched this battalion perfectly.
He always went in battles with the mentality of winning or dying, without a retreat plan, so we all knew that he fitted in beautifully into this battalion.
A few months later and Abu Taloot Belgiki told me that Abu JundUllaah had attained martyrdom. He, along with 5 other brothers, sat in the back of a truck with blankets covering them and a civilian drove them to the an FSA checkpoint in Mari’. As the truck drove near to the checkpoint, the brothers in the back jumped out and opened fire on the enemy. Abu JundUllaah was the only one to get shot. The brothers managed to kill the enemy, retrieve his body and bring it back to base.
Abu JundUllaah finally achieved what he had been wishing of for so long; martyrdom in the path of Allaah.
Everyone who knew him said that this is the way he wished to go out. It fit his personality. Someone who loved to raid the enemy at night. Someone who ran headfirst into battle. Someone who was a real soldier of Allaah. Much more can be said about Abu JundUllaah as all those who knew him will testify, however this is already going longer than I originally desired.
This is just a glimpse into the life of our noble brother Abu JundUllaah, and a glimpse of what the Jihadhi life is like. Indeed ribat life is a place where hearts truly bond, where the bonds of brotherhood truly unite, and where you meet the most beautiful of all brothers. Our love for Islam unites us, even though our languages differ. Just a day in ribat sitting with the brothers is sufficient for the love between you to increase.
Abu JundUllaah was known to be a very brave fighter, and inshaaAllaah his soul is now resting in the heart of a green bird. I end these words praying that Allaah reunites me with my beloved brothers in Al-Firdous, ameen.
And all praise is due to Allaah, Lord of all the Worlds.
Abu Sa’eed Al-Britani (Kik: shaykh.anwar)
20/06/1436 (Corresponding to 09/04/2015)