Because in the Eyes of Allah azza –wa- jal
That there person would be deemed to be noble,
His actions would have been accepted,
And he would be in the company of those most respected.
This being on the day when all creation would be resurrected,
And it would be too late for sins to be corrected.

And the people who acted thus would have the stamp,
And they would be of the victorious camp
Of those who gave their lives and souls
For bounties gained worth more than gold,
For the Sake of Allah,
The stamp of the Shuhadaah.

What was the best way that I could serve my religion?
Was it to believe in some 'ism' and schism?
How could I assist my brothers who were weak?
Who were also deemed to be of those who were meek?
My sisters who were being raped and slaughtered?
Their babies and husbands who were being gunned down and quartered?
How was I going to atone for my many sins?
Was it not by helping humanity to win?
I had to go to Bosnia to help stop the ruthless oppression
By those who fear not Allah's aggression.
Just like I had to take a stand and be ready to fight, that time in Guantanamo bay.
Should I now then feel guilty for the words that I say?

**
I remember fighting for Arsenal both home and away.
I remember fighting for so many things in many different ways.
Now here I was, in front of the US army.
Some might say that I'd lost my mind and was completely barmy.

All will have their era.
All will have their time.
Now here I was in a new arena,
Was it their time, or was it mine?

About to deal with an important matter,
I looked into his eyes and I saw some flatter,
For rumours had spread that I had been number one,
A kick boxing champion second to none.
Guards from all over the States had come to know,
And now it was time for some to enjoy the show.
Detainee 10007 was about to fight.
You know what they'd be talking about at chow that night.

 

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