[Written by a Mujaahid’s Wife. A long read, but well worth it. Excuse the poor translation as I’m assuming it was done by a urdu speaker who has english as a second language, rather than an english speaker who has urdu as a second language, hence why there are some gramatical errors throughout the document, but nothing major inshaaAllaah.
Note; This is in no way encouraging extremism or terrorism in any form, as Islaam is against all forms of violence, as can be seen in this post. It is the duty of every Muslim to stop terrorism, taking the necessary steps which Islaam has laid down. To proceed;]
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Compassionate!
Praise be to Allah, Lord of the worlds, peace and blessings be upon the best creation of Allah, his family and companions. And then:
Yes, Jihad is a men’s privilege but behind every mujahid there are women: his mother, grandmothers, sisters, wives etc, who took part in his journey. And frequently it is the wife that understands and supports her husband in his choice, and who shoulders part of privation and hardships of Jihad.
It is hard to overestimate the importance that a husband plays in every woman’s life, just consider how Allah, Great and Glorious He is, created Hava, and realize that it is not easy for a rib to be without the body, while the body can do without the rib. In this essay I would like to talk about our sisters that provide a reliable rear to our brothers-mujahideen.
Here came that day when your husband embarked on Allah’s path. How much he dreamed or you both dreamed, how much did he prepare for it, sitting literally “on suitcases” (on a rucksack to be more precise), and you aspired to this great favor and blessing, recognizing that award for that would be very great. And the door closed after him, and you are left alone in your house where so recently together you happily dreamed and contemplated about the future. From this moment on your are not just the wife of a good Muslim, your are the wife of a mujahid!
Your heart is filled with joy, pride for your husband, bitterness and pain of partying. You feel in heart emptiness, tears fill your eyes, but you say to yourself: “Be patient, the servant of Allah! Is not that what you wanted? Is not that what you dreamed of? Take pride, your husband is not the slave of Dinar, not a coward nor is he a traitor, he is one of the best on Earth, he is a mujahid on the way to Allah!”