Ibn al Beqaa

Now that I’m far, I’m lost. People on the outside are living their lives comfortably, almost as if they were zombies — completely detached from reality.

These are the people some are expecting to stand for us? These are the western lands some are expecting to intervene?

My heart aches & yearns to be annoyed by the buzzing of drones, and then alarmed by explosions, which are heard in a room full of family, & then melted away by the bustling sound of beloved children laughing and asking me to play.

It longs to sleep on a foam mattress on the blessed hard floor.

It longs to be home.

Yes we were displaced from our city, but we were still amongst our people, struggling with them hand in hand. We were still home.

The silence of the night here haunts me.

The comfort of a bed drowns me.

The normal continuity of day to day life here, neglectful of the flooding of our blood, both terrifies me as to what Insān can become, and fills my blood with rage at the active role these lands and people play in it being spilled, and at my presence here amongst them.

I do not know my place here, nor am I currently aware of how to continue the battle from a thousand odd miles away.

But what is clearer than ever is that we must regroup, and muster every single ounce of our might to return home, without delay.

What is clearer than ever is who the enemies of humanity are, and who are fighting to preserve it.

What has become clearest of all, is that for a Muslim — who is not truly obliged by matters beyond his control — there is no life in the West.

Aside from being stationed here for a purpose which aids the cause, there is no valid reason for our presence here.

For us, here, there is nothing but the poisoning of the soul, the straying of the mind, and the intoxication of the heart.

Put simply and clearly, nothing lies for us here but partnership in the purest and most valuable of our blood being spilled.

And for that, there is no excuse.

For that, expect no forgiveness.

For that, expect no Divine mercy or pleasure to grace you.

As Muslims in the West, we have abandoned our Imam ع, partnered in the shedding of his blood, and become the cause of his Zainab’s ع grief and lament.

We have partnered in the wailing of countless innocent souls, so let us not be shocked or complain when later it is our turn to wail, eternally.

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بِسْمِ اللَّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيم

أَمْ حَسِبْتُمْ أَن تَدْخُلُوا۟ ٱلْجَنَّةَ وَلَمَّا يَأْتِكُم مَّثَلُ ٱلَّذِينَ خَلَوْا۟ مِن قَبْلِكُم ۖ مَّسَّتْهُمُ ٱلْبَأْسَآءُ وَٱلضَّرَّآءُ وَزُلْزِلُوا۟ حَتَّىٰ يَقُولَ ٱلرَّسُولُ وَٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُوا۟ مَعَهُۥ مَتَىٰ نَصْرُ ٱللَّهِ ۗ أَلَآ إِنَّ نَصْرَ ٱللَّهِ قَرِيبٌۭ

For three decades Sayyid has been nurturing us, teaching us, raising us, and strengthening us.

All for a time like this. For days like this. For a war like this.

He raised us to be able to stand on our own two feet and fight. And we currently are, and we’re making him proud as ever while we are doing it.

I remember reading a post on here written by a sister saying she once wrote to Sayyid with a full, heavy heart. He responded (as he commonly would to the people, his people), and also sent her a Quran.

It’s as if he were lovingly nudging her to depend on the Quran for guidance, to take her heavy heart to Allah SWT — the only One who can alleviate it.

That’s what made Sayyid so special. His goal for the past three decades has been to strengthen us so that we aren’t dependent on him. So that we are strong enough, with reliance upon Allah SWT and the Imam عج, to survive his departure. Not only to survive, but to continue as if he were still here.

The amazing thing is we didn’t even realize how strong and prepared he made us, until we had to live without his physical presence.

The biggest miscalculation of the entity’s entire existence has been martyring him. Whether we be on the front lines or displaced in apartments or schools, we are all Nas-r-All-ah.

They thought the fire from the north would stop? They thought the sons of Nas-r-All-ah would weaken? They thought the nation of The Party of God would collapse?

Foolish beyond measure.

The entity’s biggest mistake is the same mistake they have been making for the past three decades. Time after time after time, they have always underestimated Sayyid. They underestimated his every step, his every word, his every breath. They even underestimate his absence, and these past weeks are a testament to that.

It has led to their failure, every single day they have woken up, for the past 32 years.
It led to their failure in 2000, in 2006, and it has led to their failure now.

Most detrimentally, it has led to their inevitable, ever approaching demise.

Once this war is over, and we get a chance, we will grieve. We will march at his funeral procession. We will cry. Tears of blood even, as they would still not be enough to express the pain we feel. But this pain has not weakened us in the slightest. Rather, it has become a vital source of our strength.

We will also celebrate. We will rejoice that we lived in an era where Sayyid led us, taught us, raised us. That he achieved what his whole life he had sought after. That our very liberation and victory is a result of his lifelong sacrifice. And that the Lord of the heavens above accepted this sacrifice, by accepting him, and admitting him into His vicinity.

We will prostrate in thanks.

Thanking the Exalted for granting Sayyid his trophy and medal of martyrdom, a medal which has been distributed to all of Sayyid’s children to wear around their necks proudly.

Thanking Him for gracing us with Sayyid, and also thanking Him for allowing him to rest — after decades of exhaustion, decades of work, decades of carrying the weight of the region on his shoulders.

Victory is nearer than it has ever been. We are stronger, more resilient, and more determined than we have ever been. We have long taken pride in and been empowered by the blood of our Martyrs, which has watered not only our land, but also the crops of our hearts. After all that has happened, we are unbreakable.

Count your days, O’ illegitimate offspring of illegitimate evil. Pack your bags while you still can. Leave on your feet, while you still can.

You have transgressed beyond measure. Thundering clouds have gathered. The time for your reckoning has come.

⚫ The operations to remove the rubble are still ongoing in Baalbek, Nabi An’am neighborhood.

⚫ There are 6 civilian martyrs and 7 injured as a result of the American-Backed, “Israeli” aggression.

⚫ A massacre in Baalbek committed by the Zionist enemy against children, women, and the elderly this morning.

⚫ The targeting of the Nabi An’am neighborhood resulted in the death of 6 martyrs, among them:

•The martyrs Fatima and Amira Osman
•A missing child