Echoes of Mount Uhud: A Message of Courage and Sacrifice

In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
A Message from Mount Uhud
By: Dr. Muhammad Akram Nadwi
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O symbol of strength and grandeur! Your plains and valleys bear witness to the courage and unmatched bravery of the Prophet’s Companions (may Allah be pleased with them). You were the arena of war and sacrifice, the field of truth and devotion. The echoes of history still resonate around you. Your earth drank from the pure blood of martyrs, and every martyr spread across the horizons of the earth is connected to you. Whoever is slain in the path of Allah is your virtuous and righteous child.

O cradle of martyrs! You have given birth to sons and daughters whose blood sanctified the lands across ages and eras. Your offspring multiplied in Palestine during the Crusades, in Transoxiana, Khorasan, and Iraq during the Mongol invasions, in Andalusia, in India during its partition, in Burma, Bosnia, and Syria in our present time.

O sanctuary of those slain in Allah’s path! Your lineage grew in Palestine after the Zionists occupied it, with Gaza taking the largest share. Its youth and elders, men and women, old and young, continue to offer their lives in Allah’s cause, upholding your covenant.

O abode of the living, sustained by their Lord! Do you have a message for your blood-soaked progeny in Gaza?

The mountain, whose name emanates from monotheism and was exalted by the Prophet’s words, “This is a mountain that loves us and we love it,” replied:

“I have received the stories of the heroism of my sons, daughters, grandsons, and granddaughters in Gaza. They stand in the battlefield, never discredited. Never has their pain or anguish been heard as they sacrifice their souls. They are torn into pieces, their faces disfigured, their limbs mutilated, yet never once have they said, ‘If only we hadn’t done this.’ For them, the tribulations of time are insignificant and powerless. The calamities of fate are trivial and fleeting. The religion they inherited from the Companions buried beside me—they refuse to see it harmed or wounded.

Death calls them, and they respond with certainty, knowing that the inevitable fate awaits. They must drink from this cup.

Convey to those who protect the sanctity of Islam and the honor of Muslims, those who declare that a dignified death is better than life: convey to them that those who rest at my base are delighted by them, proud to be linked to the people of Gaza. They are their equals, renowned in the heavens, uninterested in constructing graves or shrines, and unwilling to have mourners lament their virtues. What fragrant bodies they have, spreading their pure aroma, indifferent to the scattering of flowers and roses upon them.

Let nations and peoples kiss those graves and let mouths touch the earth where those noble souls and bodies reside.

Tell their heirs that this blood will not be shed in vain, just as the blood of those buried at my base was not wasted. From their blood and remains will arise servants of the Lord of the Worlds—devoted in bowing and prostration to Him, harsh and unyielding toward His enemies, truthful when the flames of war are ignited.

Tell the martyrs that my heart is with them, that I choose none but them as companions, and I am not satisfied with any other beloved. By the One who gives life and causes death, who controls spirits and bodies, they are my pride, unmatched among people. Their tradition will not crumble, their sanctity will not be forgotten.

I long for their dwellings whenever a bird sings atop the branch of a tree. May Allah’s blessings be upon my noble and righteous children.”