Since I was young, I have admired the companions of the Prophet Muhammed (peace be upon him), They were real fighting machines and a great example of sacrifice. They had no fear,
There was a companion of the Prophet who was captured by the Romans, and the Roman king offered him a position, money, and the most beautiful Roman foids to make him leave Islam, but he refused for the sake of his faith.
When I remember some stories of them, I feel like this dunya (life) doesn't worth anything and I shouldn't be sad for losing it, In the past 5 years, I wanted to be a fighter, I wanted to be a soldier, I wanted to be a real mujahid who graps his rifle and turn into a fighting machine.
I have some barriers like my sight (-6) and there is nearly no real jihad in the world right now, but maybe in the future after the world war 3, Islam rise again and starts fighting evil and conquering again, at that moment if I am alive, I would participate in any war. I have nothing to lose
I am getting freed from my desire for foids everyday, I feel it, and I feel that power and faith are growing inside me
There was a companion of the Prophet who was captured by the Romans, and the Roman king offered him a position, money, and the most beautiful Roman foids to make him leave Islam, but he refused for the sake of his faith.
When I remember some stories of them, I feel like this dunya (life) doesn't worth anything and I shouldn't be sad for losing it, In the past 5 years, I wanted to be a fighter, I wanted to be a soldier, I wanted to be a real mujahid who graps his rifle and turn into a fighting machine.
I have some barriers like my sight (-6) and there is nearly no real jihad in the world right now, but maybe in the future after the world war 3, Islam rise again and starts fighting evil and conquering again, at that moment if I am alive, I would participate in any war. I have nothing to lose
I am getting freed from my desire for foids everyday, I feel it, and I feel that power and faith are growing inside me
