The Jihad

'Holy is the new war', said the Caliphate.
Songs of the Turk Poet still resonate in my heart.
'Real mosques are barracks
The Domes our helmets'.

But will the war find me a place in 'Jannah'?
Puzzled, stood I.

At last, I was ready.
The caravan was there.
Walking up to them, I felt cold.
My brother watched from a distance.

'Tekbir',echoed more than the blast.
Viscous was the blood in broad daylight.