Poetic Farewell and Call to Jihad

It began with the cry of dawn.

Terror and death have come. The specter has crept in.

Praise be to God, who guided us to Islam and placed us

among the ranks of the Al-Qassam Brigades and enabled us to attack

and storm in, to detonate the belt and aid

the fighters in planting mines and destroying

tanks at the hands of the noble, and bringing down

aircraft with Al-Qassam's strikes, and made us

among the winners of the gardens of the Lord of all creation. I am your brother in

God, the living martyr, God willing. Ibrahim Abd

al-Wazi' Mayouf Abdullah.

A lion of war, unafraid, with arms in which

the eagle has come from the rock. These crowds bowed

before it, trampling skulls

and skins. We returned with them across the border in

the prisoners' grasp.

As for my first message, I address it to the apple of my heart

and the delight of my eyes. To you, tender one. To you, who

stayed awake at night for my comfort. To you, who

were my tender heart. To you, who were my best support.

And who bore so very much for me with your patience and steadfastness.

You were indeed the finest, most tender mother, a school for all

the lost, and an example for all who love one another. To you, O

Mother, I recite these verses of my poetry, perhaps

they will comfort you after I am gone. This is the path

we have laid out and the course we have charted. Mother, if

reunion is difficult, be patient. My heart, my

beloved, was not hard, but one like me cannot

settle down while the wound in the body of the faith bleeds.

Mother, my tears have begun to flow. Do not

think that I have left you coldly.

Being with you was a garden

and a paradise for you,

my soul, a garden.

To that patient, persevering woman. To the one who was my greatest help

and greatest support in my life. To you, my dear wife,

I write these words, hoping with all my heart that you will remain steadfast

and patient. This is the course we have known and the path we have

charted. We have no honor except through jihad. So be

as I knew you, the finest example of a mother and

a wife, preserving the Book of your Lord and adhering

to the Sunnah of your Prophet by following the radiant path of Sharia.

Be an example in raising our daughter Abrar along the path

laid out for us by the Master of Creation, our master Muhammad, peace and blessings

be upon him.

Do not despair at misfortunes,

they are the salt of a bright path.

Do not despair, remain steadfast.

For dawn is the promise of reunion.

Do not grieve over our parting.

For truth is an honest word.

No servant who hoped was ever disgraced.

To my beloved brothers. To you, who were my impregnable shield,

with your kindness and love for me. I urge you to fear God and observe

congregational prayer at the mosque, for by God, it is the path of the sincere believer

to his Lord, and through it come prosperity and success.

In eternal Paradise, I live in a thousand worlds and more.

Whatever you ask of me, my striving comes

through wounds. Whoever

truly seeks glory

does not mind

wounds.