KavkazCenter - Excerpts from letters by Sayeed Abu Saad (not published before)

Excerpts from letters by Sayeed Abu Saad (not published before)

May the peace, mercy, and blessings of Allah be with you!

I'm all fine, praise be to Allah, I got sick a little during time of fall, it was cold and damp then, I didn't feel well carrying very heavy supplies, there was no normal food and there was a huge operation carried out against us in the woods. But praise be to Allah, we broke out the encirclement, lost only one Martyr, but we killed many pig-eaters. Then I got sick and additionally my back suffered from cold, almost the entire winter I spent in a dugout, but then it became better, now I feel well. You know, I was very tired of this Dunya (temporal world), as if I had lived for centuries, and not because of difficulties, but because of that every day I see as the brothers are going to a better world, to the contentment of Allah, and I'm staying here with these tests in the damned Dunya. Since recently, I have only one desire - to leave from here at such a level of Iman (religious belief) that I have now, because we can not guarantee that we would die in Iman, and that tomorrow it would increase. You know, let it be between us, for long time now I am asking Dokku to allow me to go to Istishhad (self-sacrifice / act of martyrdom), nothing could be better than it and to leave for a meeting with Allah - but every time I am denied this, saying I am still needed here. But I do not think so, and I envy those who have gone down this path ... I can stay for years in the woods, I got used to make huge marches and I fell in love with these mountains and forests. But even bigger and better is just a meeting with Allah, and for that I am ready to go. I am thought to be an important man, but I'll know who I am, in fact, I better than others know my mistakes and sins, and therefore the whole glory passes by me without touching me by anything. It was announced a huge reward for my head, so apostates rush to search for me every time, when some information comes to them. One apostate from Assinovskaya promised from himself a reward of 1 million US dollars in addition to the Kafirov's (AKA Kadyrov) reward for me dead. Looking at this, one can only laugh at how high they raised me....

Here you see death in its manifestation, you can see how our brothers become Martyrs, and I have not seen better brothers in my entire life. I was with them in perils, encirclements, shootings and I have seen the true heroism, which, unfortunately, I would hardly show, as it is above my abilities. I will never forget those who helped me carry things, with whom we were in cold and slept in a tent under a layer of snow, with whom I sat in the rain under an oiled cloth in the woods, who shared the last piece of candy with... Here you realize that all this Dunya is not worth anything as compared to Allah, as it is not worth anything as compared to those who went on the path of Allah. Once we went to make an ambush, there was a high hill there and we could even see Georgia, and when I saw all these mountains, I realized that all of this is nothing as compared to the beauties of Paradise. Long we sat on that mountain road, and all those days I looked at those areas, which I am unlikely to visit, but it was very nice, believe me. You know, for the first time I can not write correctly, to explain what is in my soul. But even if I write incorrectly like that, I think you will understand me and what I wanted to say.

Many brothers became Martyrs, especially this year, because the enemies gathered all their forces in our Sunzha district, so that the Mujahedeen in other districts were idle. They think that Dokku is here and so they are combing the entire forest. But there remains a lot of "gifts" that tear off legs and everything else from them. Near only one village of Dattykh since October last year, more than 30 infidels and apostates were blasted on our mines. But these pigs are still being forcibly driven into the woods, and sometimes Allah gives them an opportunity to kill someone among our brothers. Now we have a stronger position than ever before, so a large number of Mujahideen have not been in these woods during whole history of Jihad, and so moribund Russia and Kafirov rushed to destroy us at any cost. Praise be to Allah, we have carried out an operation on Yevkurov, he was a dirty pig, many of brothers become Martyrs because of him. In this operation against him, I was directly involved and the apostates suspected it. But I'd say to them everything what happened there, because the minister of interior does not believe that it was Dokku who ordered and supervised a revival of the Riyad-us-Saliheen brigade. You know, I began to dream about those brothers who had gone to an operation of Istishhad, about Kharun and others, they are still alive, as it is, and for some reason it seems to me that I must go soon to them, if Allah give me such a blessing. That brother who went against Yevkurov, I prepared him too, but you would not believe how I wished to go instead of him. You know, he went to death as if he went to drink cup of tea, not at all troubled, and when I heard the explosion, I felt sick, I realized that he really went away once and for all.

A lot of newcomers come, they all want to meet me, but it is possible to meet them all, because I can not be present on many fronts at the same time. There's a lot of time to be spent together with Dokku, he has a rare personality, he immediately changes his opinion when he listens to a Hadith, although he formed his opinion over many years. Since the beginning of the Jihad, he has strengthened much his Islamic faith, and I am very surprised by this man. You know, if there is someone in the world who can to be called a real man and a warrior with a code of honor by his virtues, that is he as the only one.

I am really sorry for all European and other Internet Mujahedeen, who do not seek to come here, but they will understand it only just before their death. I realized that I was wrong very long time ago, that I did not come here then, and I missed so many years of Jihad and difficulties. During the winter, when there is no dugout, you have to spend all day near a fire and wait for the night. And at night, when you slept for 12 hours or more, you are waiting for dawn to finally get up, and you can not sleep because you had enough sleep already. Then our favorite friends - rice and buckwheat, without which you can not go anywhere. The cold and damp, sometimes, you won't believe it, it is raining for 4 days without break. You fall asleep under the sound of rain and wake up with its buzz. Batteries for us have a value of gold, our people can switch a phone on with three batteries without a charger, to read or to take pictures. There were many battles with infidels, apostates do not like to fight against us, they just to stay outside a village and go away faster, all the major fights are fought only with the GRU (Russian military intelligence troops - K.C.) special forces and others. But they can only run away, and pretty fast they run when they suffer first losses. These are the things we have here, what else can I say more? I have met and talked to almost all the Emirs, starting with Dokku, Magas and ending with Emirs of small Jamaats. All what I saw in all of them was a sincerity and desire to work only for the sake of Allah. But you know, I understood the main Truth for which is necessary to go through all this way and lose everything - I understood what this Dunya equals to and how it is cursed, I realized that a man needs so little - an oiled cloth on his head, and a sleeping mat, and he can survive everywhere, all that he needs from this Dunya, he can carry in one backpack. So why compete in achieving this Dunya, if it does not worth anything before Allah? Here you have enough of what you carry on yourself, you go to mountain rivers, fishing, collect wild garlic, and fight on the path of Allah, you kill and sooner or later you shall fall too, but you will be killed on the path of Allah and you will not be ashamed to appear before Him on the Day of Resurrection with your wounds. You know, I wrote to you and I will say it again - I will not come back from here, I will not leave weapons, although I do not care where to fight against the infidels - here or even in Moscow, the main cause is to harm them, and how could we leave this way, when at the end there is such a great reward?

You know how many times in my mind I went through this moment of Truth, when you ram a car against infidels and press a button ... I am sure that this can be done only by the one whom Allah strengthens on this path and wants His servant to meet Him, and this can be done only by someone who not just believes in Heavens, but is convinced in its reality as we are convinced in the reality of this Dunya. When our brother went against Yevkurov Unzar-bek (Terrible Bek, we gave him this nickname), he counted every day, and suffered from the fact that the time was going so slowly and feared that the operation he would fail. He did not even know how to drive a car properly, but he was able to make a turn and crashed straight into the car of Yevkurov, so if Yevkurov is not dead, he'll become a real ugly Unzar Bek, as he was totally burnt and his eye was blown out, his skull and internal organs were damaged. I can not stand it if someone else would take this path, but again I'll stay here.. When Kharun, who blew himself in Grozny, went on this operation, he said to Dokku, that if he sends someone else, not him, he would never talk to him. I have seen in them a desire to die, which is like a wild hunger, and nothing could deter them from doing so. Wallahi, here I opened my eyes to many things and many things fell into an order.

Yesterday I was told that Abu Muslim become a Shaheed (Martyr), remember, you told me that you saw my video with White Isa? At the background of the flag I stand with Isa and Abu Muslim is on a side. I am talking about Kafyrov on this video. I filmed it in spring near a village, then there was no foliage and helicopters have been flying, shooting in the morning. So, Abu Muslim Khimayev become Shaheed in the battle at Arshty and Chemulga along with three other Mujahideen. He was one of those whom I loved much for the sake of Allah, and it is hard to be apart with him. He was an experienced brother, in 2002 he became rescued a Jamaat from death in the woods when infidels threw into the woods more than 100 thousand pig-eaters. The whole winter they had to eat grass and wild garlic in order to survive and they constantly had to fight with infidels. He was in Georgia and participated in the march from there into Chechnya. You know, he always cared about everybody, always worried and sought to establish justice everywhere. Now he is gone, and again I felt bad, too many people I loved I had to lose ... Already there is no Abu Dujan, no Adam, no Bilal or Kharun, no Abu Muslim and many more brothers. And I am still alive when they set off to meet Allah. You know, every time they leave, I feel a terrible fatigue. I can not come to my senses for a second day. It's just that my time has not yet come, and because of this I am still alive and watching the death of the other brothers. Now there's one more of the brothers, whom I would not want to lose - our Professor. He is a very old Mujahid and highly educated, so well educated that we could chat with him for hours, even Dokku becomes angry that we talk on a watch post about everything. I and Abu Muslim named him "grandpa" for his old age, although he is only 33, but looks 40 plus. Grandpa with Gelayev went to Georgia and back, he killed a lot of pig-eaters with a machine gun.

You know, now and here I think what would be, if earlier, at a turning point of my life, I refused to go to Jihad and stayed at home? Then I am sure, I would simply had never never been able to respect myself, no matter what excuses I would try to conceal my cowardice with. Now I understood that if I refused, then surely Allah would have humiliated me, maybe I would have lived for some more time then, but I would die in a different way, not in Jihad. I would have remembered that day of refusal and would curse myself for my cowardice.

Now, when I write these lines, we are planning to leave tomorrow for a few operations, we are sitting, getting weapons ready, maybe Allah grants me the Shahada (Martyrdom), although I do not deserve such a grace. You know, I would like to hear: "today during the operation by the FSB- a so-called--- has been eliminated ...". Sooner or later, they will get that opportunity, Insha'Allah (God's willing), let them be happy, let Kafyrov come and have fun. As for me, I would not care anymore, but today we need to prepare for the operation and clear our thoughts that all this was would bejust for the sake of Allah, and not for fame or some other dirty thing. The brother who blew up Yevkurov, left a message for his family, but he was so afraid of filming that absolutely refused to film his last statement, and I understood him very well. And you lost everything, you are not to take risks in such a situation to get to Hell because of an improper intention, when on the Day of Resurrection, Mujahedeen with unjust intention will be summoned first.

I'm glad you can imagine all that I am writing, especially our brothers, sitting before a fire with phones to which are fixed three small batteries. We had a very good base until it was betrayed by an apostate to infidels. The base was near the village of Dattykh, you know, it's a small village on the border between Chechnya and Ingushetia, there live not more than 30 people. So we have built the base in about hour walking distance from the village, infidels many times looked for it and could not find it, as it was located between two hills, and was difficult to see it even in close distance. We spent there almost all summer in tents, and from there went to operations, there we built dugouts. For ourselves we called it a village of "New Dattykh" as at times we had more people there than in the old Dattykh. We joked by giving names, we had a prospect of Umarov, a Mosque (a real one, built of a cloth and a frame, for 20-25 men), a cafe, which was also a dining room, the Islamic Military Institute, presidential suites, nursing homes and others. There are so many memories, how many times we went to the post to the top of the hill, from where also a good view opens. We dug a trench there and camouflaged it. And then some infidels came by, I and one Mujahid were in the trench and we were first to meet piglets with fire. You know how they scream, like women, I even thought that there were really women among them. And then it turned out that one of infidels was seriously wounded and he screamed and moaned - ot was just like music for the ears. It was a serious battle, we spent a lot of bullets on them. You know, it is just like scenes in an action film, when a "hero" is going forward, and bullets are flying around and explosions are everywhere? I remember something like that happened today, we had there one Mujahid, a former refugee in Europe, Siddyq. So, I was lying with my rifle, trying to catch sight of infidels, and he was walking on the top of a hill and there were bullets and grenades exploding around him, and he was going quietly like walking at his own backyard, without even bending his body. Anyway, we and infidels went in different directions then, we did not suffer any losses. I was hurt by a splinter in my ear, it was a little scratch.

You know I could not sleep anywhere so well as in a forest, there are no problems with the schedule, you do not sit here until the morning, as soon as it got dark, put the oilcloth, spread a mat and a sleeping bag, crawled inside and sleep well. In the morning I woke up for the prayer in complete darkness, make a wudu (ablution), read a prayer, and again to sleep. At about 8 you start to boil tea on a fire, cook breakfast, enjoy this nature. Imagine that people pay big money to relax in the nature, but here it's free, and moreover and there is Jihad here on the path of Allah ... However, in the autumn is becoming cool and damp, but still very beautiful. The difficulty is in the dugout, when you wade through mud and there is a more than enough of mud here. If stopped in the forest to a halt and if you take away the leaves on the ground or trample down them, then the rain comes and everything turns to the mud. This is the most difficult that I most dislike, but this all had to be endured for the sake of Allah. You know, patience really could be developed only here, only here you can find out what you're worth in reality. Believe me, all those who accuse us, with all their knowledge, are not worth even the mud, which remained on the boots of weakest Mujahideen. Someone thinks he's been tested, but if he was not here, he did not see anything, it is the most difficult of what people can bear. Hunger, filth, cold, dampness, disease, wounds, fear, death and much more - this is all part of Jihad in the path of Allah, and therefore the price of Paradise is very high ...

Or there are even our funmakers, one Jamaat, which once goes somewhere to kill apostates, always shoots them from the waist down, not on purpose, but they have already four such cases. One riot policeman was shot, and now he could not have children anymore. So this wounded apostate ran into one of the houses, poured a bucket of water on himself and made Al-Tawbah (prayer of repentance - K.C.), until he lost the consciousness from his wounds. However, when he was brought back to conscience in the hospital, he continued to fight against the Muslims. One infidel's agent was aimed at his forehead, but fell again to the same, with only one bullet, clip fell out of the gun. Once went on the operation, and at night we came upon infidels' ambush near a village, but they also did not understand, like us, who we were, and one infidel was standing and shouting, who are you? I shouted to him, as well, "quickly leave the area of special operation"- And he heard that there is no accent, and took us for his own infidels. Well, we shot him and jumped into the woods, no one did not even fire on us. Here we have enough jokes, especially when Dokku begin to talk about old adventures of Jihad, so every time something new comes up, no matter how many times you have listened. So this is how things are here, well, I must now go on an operation with the brothers, if I will return, then I finish up the writing, Insha'Allah. You know, how much I do not like to fight ... But it is the order of Allah and nothing more. If it were not for reward and not an order to kill these degenerates, I would not go anywhere at all. But one has to adjust his desires to the requirements of Sharia, and not vice versa, as do many Muslims. I have taken with me 7.62 rifle with automatic tank for 75 rounds, Insha'Allah, today we will test it in action. Although I have the ultimate dream - a rifle with tank and rifle grenade launcher. After all, the swords are - keys to the gates of Paradise ... �... Yesterday I went back and decided to finish the writing that I started, when finished, Insha'Allah, I will send it to you. Got a car and had two days ride, shoot the home of apostates, as well as infidels military bases, pursued one apostate in the car, so he ran away so fast, I have never seen such a speed before. I shot from a grenade launcher, it is a strong weapon, when you see how your shell scatters house of apostate, it is something. We give them a chance to taste, what is like to lose family and home, so they would have better understanding of us and they will not jerk in the future.

Just now I was informed that Isa Izerkhanov become Martyr in the battle near Goity. Isa was an old Mujahid, who has since 1999 been on a Jihad, he fought a lot of battles. His nickname was Isa the Internet for his ability to be like walking Internet, he knew about 90 percent of the population of Chechnya and Ingushetia, who is a relative of who and who is doing what and so on. In each village he had dozens of acquaintances, so that you will not perish with him, he managed to get products through them without any problems arisen.. And now he is gone, we had spent long time together, "Internet" had original personality. On one video, we are talking with him, and I call him an old Mujahid. He was a good brother, always was running around with some ideas, never would calm down ...

We came back, Allah has given no such opportunity for me to become Martyr at this time, but then, everything is still ahead. When came back I felt even stronger that how quickly I want to get Shahada and how tired of this Dunya am I, tired like never before. But I understand that this carcass is terribly afraid of death, Nafs (the ego) does not want to part with this body, as they have been long together and grown together. Sometimes I do not understand those who came out to Jihad, but not on a desire to die in the path of Allah in the operation of Istishhad - anyhow death shall come to you, you shall not escape it, so is it not better for ourselves to give our soul and body in the way of Allah to achieve the maximum degree by this act, just as Anas Ibn Nadr rushed into the midst of the pagans at the battle of Uhud, when everybody has retreated, and there was nobody with him. Yes, from one side it may seem that a person commits suicide by throwing himself to certain death, but this death in order to attain Allah's pleasure and to show him the sincerity of his Iman. Therefore long time ago I made a decision to commit the same act, Insha'Allah, to achieve Allah's pleasure, by the way, about which He said Himself in the Quran, and called for by the Prophet (pbuh). Well, you know, once we have with Abu Dujan dreamed how we will go for an operation on Istishhad together, we wanted to put explosives in the car and drive to one of the infidels' military bases, but then Dokku prohibit it to me, but Abu Dujan stood his ground and did not intend to abandon the idea. But then he become Martyr in a shootout, and I had to live over the winter, but maybe now the time is coming to meet with Allah and to be brought before Him, to see if He pleased with me or not ... You know, as the Abu Dujan used to say: "I know that I want to die on the path of Allah, but if the car will be brought in front of me and said to me go on, I do not know how would I behave" - it is true, if Allah does not enhance us in this way then nobody will be able to go through this difficult test.

Kafyrov remembered about me once again, accusing me that I have prepared a suicide bomber to explode in Grozny - and I would be glad of it, but I did not even know him. You know, the only thing why I have sometimes thought that I would like to wait for a victory - is only to have an opportunity to look into the eyes of those who are against us. But I would still not exchange the Shahada for this cheap opportunity.

Honestly to say, I do not understand those who run away from Jihad, as this action simply does not fit in my head, since man running away from the death on the path of Allah, from the best that is in this life, from the reason he initially went on this way. That brotherhood, which is formed here, can never be replaced by anyone. Those brothers who become Martyrs here were the best of anyone I knew. You know, when sitting in the kitchen, there is much to reflect on how righteous Muslim are you, but when your tests come along, then the true face of man is revealed, the one he hid from everyone. So in here, I have better understood the essence of all of our kitchen Jamaats, a real Jamaat will be only where you have marched together through the difficulties in the way of Allah. Now thinking of all that was in the past and I am surprised that many people then sum up you and there was no former unity. But when you shared with a man last Snickers, when you gave your mat, when your things were taken away by force from you when you could not walk, when you make the tea, when people come up to you and always ask about your health, when you were with the brother in battle, where bullets had to be counted for and thought that death is about to come to you, then you understand Islam, hat is really is. And all that happened before that is worthless. You know, I become once very ill, and could not at some point, even drag my backpack. It was just after the infidels surrounded us and we broke out of encirclement with battle, then we were bombed day and night in the woods. You know, after a while you got used to the sleeping under the whistle of shells and hear how they explode in about 700 meters from you. Then, when shootings are stopped, you can not even fall asleep, so much you got accustomed to fall asleep with this noise. So, once on the rise up to the hill I felt very sick, and our Professor picked up my backpack and carried it on along with his. Professor had always much staff in his backpack, every iron drags - radio, wire, broken equipment, drills, wrenches, tools, and all sorts of rubbish, plus there was his food supplies and clothes. You can not ever forget how the brother helped you in difficulty, when it was difficult to drag his backpack at its own. Once we went to an operation, and I carried two projectile launchers, and when I got tired I would not let anyone to take them from me, so using his cunning one brother eventually took them from me, so this is how the Muslim Brotherhood must be. Today I saw a dream in which I have said to myself that I have left another three weeks to live, I do not know why, may be because of the fact that I can not wait to leave from here. I dreamed of a woman whom I told to go away from me, I told her that there are only three weeks left for me to live. So I woke up and I am thinking over the fact that what it all could mean and nothing is coming to my mind.

Source: IA "HUNAFA"

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