I never thought Jihad would come for meni've seen many things you wouldn't believe, like ten thousand faces trying to fight their way through the streetsnit rained when bullets came from those in placesnthey roared and brought the brightest flames i ever ssawnand all those uniforms ran through the scenenall i screamed was, 'father, father don't me don't go....'nbut i can still recall the raw sound of my father's voice reaching out when i made him proudnhe said, 'son, grown, seventeen years old, and all praise to Allah'nhe said, 'I'm glad you've stayed peaceful, don't waste your life on hate or the violence we've taught you is so wrong'nbut the next spring everything begannall praise to Allah, he said, i'll fight while i still canni can't waste life in my father's house where he was shot and killed...in my father's house where he was shot and killedni think about it more each day, sometimes i weep sometimes i praynbut everyone has a war to wage, their own jihad they need to fightnit's not suicide, but solace that you'd give your life to find when you would strap a bomb to your chestnthe type of feeling that propels you when you kill someonenthat cold belief that some relief will come...nand now your run from everything you've learnednall praise to Allah, he saidnso now i'll take my turnnborders crossed, it would be the last time he would leave that house again, his father's house where his father was shot and killednthe memory is still clear of that house up on the hill, up there, where he was shot and killedndo the risks outweigh this sorrow?ni'll take arms against enemies, against dawn, against all just to feel at easenthrough everything i've forgotten what it even means to clearly breathe with a sigh of relief, but with more that are killed, more pain needs to be releasedntwo fall and two thousand formnmartyr brigades, not just on streets or in the ghettosnaround a phrase they congregate: how can you pray to the sound of hurting?:ncongregations of martyrs and saint: how can you pray to the sound o hurting?nmartyr brigades and common terrorists: how can you pray to the sound of hurting?n