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October 21, 2009

“More about Tarek Mehanna: Jihadi poet who “didn’t go to Yemen to graze goats”.”

SNIPPET: “Well, this afternoon I read the criminal search warrant and affidavit and the criminal complaint filed on Tarek Mehanna today (So you wouldn’t have to, my possums.)

I kept Mr. Mehanna’s attorney’s admonishment to remember that his client was innocent until proven guilty in mind. I also know that the government is required to prove its allegations in open court and I am perfectly willing to wait.”

SNIPPET: “About “Culinary School” and “Peanut Butter and Jelly”: These were the code phrases used by Maldonaldo and Mehanna when Maldonaldo called Mehanna from Somalia in early December 2006. “Making a PB & J” meant “fighting the jihad”.

About Tarek the poet: He authored a poem about jihad: “

October 21, 2009 at 06:30 PM

17 posted on 10/21/2009 11:46:44 PM PDT by Cindy
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18 posted on 10/21/2009 11:47:59 PM PDT by Cindy
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7th Century Generation > Arts and talents > 7cg Skills Submission
“Make Martyrdom What You Seek”, A very nice poem...
Mar 23 2008, 05:34 PM
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The bullets hit your hearts like the stings of a bee
You fall on your face as all you can see,

Are the Gardens so wide when you’re put in the ground
You’ve been searching for years and now you have found,

The Ultimate Prize, so sacred, so sweet
Your bargain with your Lord is finally complete,

Because you are all martyrs without fear or grief
Who gave all you had for your precious belief,

You promised Him your souls and He promised you much more
Now you can enjoy what He’s kept in store,

An endless reward for those who stood by
The covenant they made that towards death they would fly,

While graves burn the sinners and squeeze them so tight
You’re shown your places in the Garden, so spacious and bright,

On the Day when Great Terror shall steal all their words
Your souls will rest in the hearts of green birds,

Under the Great Throne with beauty beyond measure
At you ar-Rahmaan laughs, expressing His Pleasure,

Sufficient is this as a heavenly prize
But prepared for you is that never before seen by the eyes,

On your head is placed a crown, one jewel of which is worth
More than all of the jewels contained in this Earth,

You are brought to a gathering with companions so beautiful
The Prophets, the righteous and those who were truthful,

Al-Firdaws, where those of the Right Hand shall meet
Where the soil is white musk, so smooth and so sweet,

You scoop up a handful and throw it in the air
You are relaxed by the rivers flowing everywhere,

Water, milk and honey gushing forth non-stop
So thick and delicious you want to devour each drop,

You drink so much you almost end up falling
Into the flowing current, then you hear voices calling,

You turn and behold! The voices are singing
Coming from Maidens so fair and enchanting,

These are the Hoorees with round and firm chests
Pure untouched virgins, they’re better than the best,

Seventy-two in all, with large eyes of dark hue
Each one created especially for you,

They call out your name asking where you are
But to their disappointment, from the battles you are far,

Your heart is intoxicated by the pleasures of this life
Fear (of death) has wounded your manhood like a sharp knife,

A knife sharpened by the callers to Hell’s every door
Who pulled the sword from your hand and threw it to the floor,

And given you women, children and money instead
Convincing you ‘this is better than ending up dead,’

But no! They are alive, rejoicing and provided for!
When asked what they desire, they will answer no more!
So be from the cream of this heavenly crop!

Shake off your fear and let your doubts drop!
Pick up the sword and grab your horse’s reins tight!
Throw off your armor and jump into the fight!

Make your path be none other than Islaam’s high peak
Whose mountain is climbled by making death what you seek!

20 posted on 10/21/2009 11:52:11 PM PDT by Cindy
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