I see the Mujahid up in the cold icy mountains
His life heading for the Blessed Garden of pure fountains
With the Qur’an in one hand and a rifle in another,
Fearing none but You O Allah - how blessed is this brother,
To fulfill to his Lord his duty,
To gain al-Hoor with all their beauty,
He strove to protect Your slaves O Lord,
When many of us turned away and ignored,
For the Ummah, O Allah - he was one of its Swords.
the toughest peak of Nekrun
