"We Do Not Need Your Tears Here!" -
Don't Cry, Palestinians Told The Muslim World
24 Feb 2012
By Al-Ikhwah Al-Mujahidun
Ahmad related that
Rasul Allah صلى الله عليه وسلم said:
"There will always be
a group from my Ummah triumphant upon the truth,
victorious over their enemies, there will be no harm
from those who oppose them and they will not be harmed
until the order of Allah comes and they will be like
The Sahabahs asked,
"O RasulAllah, where are they?" He said,
"In Baytul-Maqdis and the precincts of Baytul-Maqdis.""
"Dont Cry, The
Mujahideen Said" - Mohd. Tahir Abd. Rahman
The meeting with the
Palestinian fighters twitched my heart. There are
those with maimed hands, missing legs and crippled
limbs. We were so touched that we shed our tears. But
the Mujahideen right away said:
"We do not need your
tears here. What's important is your do'a so that we
will remain strong here to keep on fighting for your
"Send our salam to
the people of Malaysia. Please believe in this
struggle so that we can together defend the rights of
the Islamic ummah."
Those Mujahideen smiled. We were amazed by the
richness of their spirit. They do not mind, they are
ready to sacrifice their lives anytime for the sake of
defending the rights of the Muslims. Ouch! I feel so
tiny when compared to the spirit of their jihad.
Not only the adults, even the small children there
have a big ambition. Just ask those children, what do
they want to be when they grow up?
Their answer is, we want to be Mujahids! Their
enthusiasm and the educations that had been fed in
them are so intense. I still remember, while
organizing an iftar
program in a masjid
there, at that time the noises coming from the
Palestinian children, who were so cheerfully playing,
could be heard. However, as soon as the
reverberated and the time for
not even a drop of sound was heard from the mouths of
those children until we finished performing the
All those children were orderly in their respective
even the four year old little ones did not dare to
make a sound. They do not need to be monitored, but
they already know that when the prayer time comes, it
is a time that must be respected and where you cannot
make a noise.
It ticked in my heart to say, if in Malaysia I would
not fell this atmosphere. Normally, during the
prayer in the masjid,
it is surely accompanied by the noisy sounds of
children playing outside the
masjid. Not to
mention those who play firecrackers which could
startle the imam.
In Gaza, where ever we go, the children would come to
crowd around us. They stretched out their hands. Not
to beg, but just to shake our hands. Their faces were
cheerful when seeing their brothers from other places
coming to visit them.
You don't need to give out money. Those kids would not
accept it. You would not find the term 'beggar' here.
They are not taught to beg even though life is hard,
on the contrary they are nurtured so as to always
share whatever they have with others.
If someone gets a loaf of bread, then he too would
share it with his other friends. Even if only a little
piece of the bread would remain for him, he would not
mind. What's important is that the received
rizq is shared
together. That's one of their manifestations there, a
thing that I could not see in our country.
Yes, Gaza needs our help, but do you know that at the
same time the population there can collect donations
as well to be given to our needy brothers in Somalia?
even though they are in hardship, but they still give
contributions, although a little, because they
believe, our brothers in Somalia are more in hardship
and need to be helped as well. Do we here possess this
noble character as them?
Like one of the meanings in
which says: "Indeed,
Allah purchases the body and soul of those who fight
in Allah's cause."
These are the people of Palestine. They do not cry
when they lose a leg or hand, they are not afraid to
go to the battlefield. Because they say, Allah has
bought their body limbs. Therefore, they don't mind
losing them. Can we afford to be like them?
"Two Children Of Ummu
Ahmad Shaheed" - Noorhasyimah Ismail
The woman's name is
Ummu Ahmad. In her smile the woman said, she has lost
two of her sons who had been shaheed in the
battlefield. I asked, how could she be that calm after
losing her beloved children? She did not answer the
question but instead advised,
religion, indeed the Jews are our enemies." And
if possible that woman said, she wanted to be pregnant
again so that she could continue to give birth to
Then I remembered when
we visited a house. The house was so small and had no
room. The roof was only made from plastic materials
weighted with stone in every corner to stop the
plastic roof from being blown by the wind.
It is in the narrow
house that a husband and wife live, along with nine
children and their in-laws. It is in that space that
they gather, sleep and cook. They are burdened with
poverty but strangely, their faces are always laughing
cheerfully while recounting how they undergo the
routines of life. There is no look of sadness, no
complaint, let alone to be grim. If in our place, are
we able to tell the difficulties of our lives in the
state of smiling and laughing like that?
Next, we met with
another woman. She has also lost a son who was
the sake of the Islamic struggle. The story goes that,
during the early stage after she lost her son, she
always cried remembering her deceased son. But one
day, she dreamed of being visited by that of her son.
He said, "Ummi, I am
now in Paradise."
The dream was like a
message so that she would not cry over the death of
her son again. Only then the woman realized that there
is no need to cry again. Instead, she is proud because
her son has become a dweller of Paradise.
This is the story of
another family that we met. A man was telling the
story about his younger brother. He said that his
brother whose name was Muhammad went to the
battlefield only 13 days after he got married. Before
going out of the house, Muhammad said to the wife whom
he just married: "I
will go and fight, indeed I marry you because I wanted
to complete my Islam." And after that Muhammad
departed as a Palestinian Mujahideen, wearing his
Muhammad was martyred
in the fight. And after the expiry of the
brother married Muhammad's widow, who was his sister
in law before.
"This is our son, who
we named Muhammad, in commemoration of the name of my
younger brother who had been killed while conducting
jihad in Allah's cause," he said while holding
on his laps a cute little boy, aged around 2 years.
Meanwhile, the mother
of the two brothers took out a shirt of his late son.
She kissed it and then she cried. Then her son right
away hugged the mother and said:
"Be proud mother,
indeed Muhammad is waiting for us in Paradise!"
We, who listened to their story also shed our tears,
it's akin to a drama. But that is the truth.
SI also remember the
story of a teenage girl. She is still 16 years old but
is already drenched in sweats working as a
'fisherwoman' at the sea of Gaza to provide for her
family. Her father has been sick and cannot afford to
work anymore. While her siblings are many and still
Every day, the
teenager would go to the sea by rowing a small boat to
catch fish. Just imagine, in that young age, she
already has to the breadwinner of the family and not
the least she is daunted to ford the vast sea alone.
And when we asked what
assistance would she like to lighten the burden of her
whole family, it's not money or food that was asked by
the girl. Instead, she only wants a small motorboat
which can help ease herself in seeking the
(sustenance) in the vast sea.
"Rowing the boat
takes a long time. It suffices if there is a boat with
an engine," she said. Indeed, it really touches
our hearts us to see her. As a woman, I am very
impressed with the women in Palestine. They lost their
husbands, the lost their children and they are
burdened with poverty. But they are strong,
determined, resilient and the most important, they
never want to beg.
They do not raise
their children with the feeling of sadness and
deprivation. Instead they always train their children
to be grateful. No matter how difficult their lives
are, they would remind their children to be grateful
because there are others who are less fortunate than
That's one of the ways
the mothers produce the characters of a fighter in the
selves of the children since a young age. The struggle
to them is not to kill, but to train the toughness of
the self so that they could be strong in countering
Their emotions and
psychology are trained to be fearless or to not cry
when attacked, but to continue fighting even armed
with only a stone for the sake of defending the rights
Due to that, it is no
surprise why there are a lot of
in the land of Palestine. And it is no surprise too
why the Jews are still failing to conquer Gaza, though
they have been trying for decades. The women there are
very strong, able to give birth to a lot of Mujahideen.
On average, every
family have eight children or more than that. May be
we imagine that with such a number of children, how
are their lives going to be. On the contrary, despite
the deprived life, all those children have already
been independent since a young age, they know their
roles and responsibilities with each other.
The children are still
sent to school even though many of the school
buildings have been damaged and full of bullet marks.
In fact, children with disabilities are also sent to
school because knowledge to them is very important.
So, it is no surprise when we met many disabled and
mute children capable of sounding the recitation of
Yes admittedly the
Jews should be feeling confused, it has already been
decades that they are bombing Palestine, it never
reduces. Instead, the population of Palestine are
increasing because when they killed a Palestinian who
the replacement would be born.
Even though the women
there lose their children, they always want to give
birth again because they know, it is one of the
favours that Allah gives to them to give birth to
fighters who would conduct jihad in His cause.
"The Bombings Are
Music!" - Muhammad Munawer Ismail
Previously, when the
Zionist regime was controlling Gaza, it was indeed
difficult to dream of setting foot there. However,
since Israel pulled out their military, the chances of
the NGO's to come to Gaza to channel aids, started to
open up. Due to that, when selected to go to Gaza, I
was really grateful to Allah. Yes, I really wish to
see the land which is said to be full of blessings.
One day before departing to Gaza, we received the news
that Gaza had just been bombed by the enemies. More or
less, the feeling of fear and worry did conjure up.
Strangely, once we entered Gaza the feeling of fear
and anxiety went away just like that. In fact, we did
not think of death anymore or maybe got shot by the
enemy while we were there. We seemed to have forgotten
that Gaza is a land that is always rained with bombs.
True indeed, the land of Palestine is filled with
Even though the Israeli troops are not seen in the
streets anymore, but almost every day we could still
hear the sounds of bombing from the air, carried out
by the Zionists Jews, but not in the slightest were we
afraid. In fact, when asking the people there, the
sounds of bombing are as if a "music" in their lives.
As if it is not complete if the "music" is not heard.
I remember when passing through a street where on its
left was a former settlement of the Jews which had
been abandoned. The land there was all dried up, no
life, it was like a dead plain.
On the other hand, on our right was the settlement of
the Palestinians. The area is very fertile, and all
the eyes see are greens with date trees producing
And again, when we visited the site of the fish pond
farm, we were surprised when we saw that they are able
to rear tilapia
fish in sea water, whereas it is in the
category of a freshwater fish. In fact, the fishes
farmed there could breed easily into large quantities,
that they are always enough to be supplied to the
The same goes with the
project on cattle farming. The quantity of milk
produced by the cattles is so plentiful, it exceeds
the normal level usually produced by other cattles all
over the world, that they are able to produce
thousands of liters per day to be distributed to the
population of Gaza.
Also look at the waters of the Gaza sea which is
controlled by the Jews. The fishermen are only allowed
to go no further than three nautical miles. If we are
to follow logic, there would be not much fish in such
a small range of expanse. But strangely, those
fishermen still find their catch. Thus how blessed the
land of Gaza is.
Even though the Zionists are carrying out various
blockades on Gaza, akin to being the largest 'prison'
in the world, our brothers there do not complain. They
will keep trying to find sustenance. Whatever they
work on will easily bring on yields. If it's animal
farming, the livestock will easily breed. If it's
vegetable growing, the vegetable will grow fertile.
Another thing, the people of Gaza are very
(trustworthy). Seems different from our people here.
One of the aids granted is the scheme of the
appropriation of micro credits without deposit. They
are given loans of a sum of money to be used as a
capital, so that they can do something to generate the
After earning enough to recover the loan, they
themselves came to pay it. There is no need to be
reminded, no need to be looked for, but they remember
their debts. There is no such term as 'running away
from debt' like our people here. They know, there are
other people who again need the money they have
borrowed. Can we follow the pure values practiced by
NOTE: Mohd. Tahir,
Noorhasyimah and Muhammad Munawer are amongst the
volunteers of Aqsa Syarif Malaysia who were involved
in making the mission A2GA to Gaza successful in
Their objective of going there was to channel the
contributions of the people of Malaysia, besides to
outline the various projects which would help to
generate the economy of the population of Palestine,
such as the fish farming project, cattle farming,
bread factory and many others.
To those who wish to give contributions for Gaza, they
can contact the number of Aqsa Syarif Malaysia
(60-03-87334636) or surf the website (www.aqsasyarif.org.my).