“Allah
mentioned in His holy book, ‘And when the sacred months have passed,
then kill the polytheists wherever you find them and capture them and
besiege them and sit in wait for them at every place of ambush’. The
command of your Lord calls you to kill them. Kill the Kaafirs, kill them
all” their leader shouted raising his rifle.
“Indeed Ustaad” said Qasim in agreement holding his own rifle firmly.
Qasim was their best bet. His copper lined sword has slaughtered
numerous Kaafirs and his gunshots have popped hundreds of brains. He has
been the leader of numerous battalions sent for the ‘rights of
Muslims’.
“The Kaafirs are destined to burn in hell. Let us go
and coerce them to Islaam so that they may get into Jannah” the leader
said again painting his plan with a tint of white.
“Let’s go then” shouted Qasim.
Qasim along with his partners went to the busiest market of the town.
He parked his bike near a tailor’s shop. His bike loaded with bottles of
diesel and Ammonium Nitrate. He went about twenty meters away and
stopped thinking that it was the optimum distance to observe the show.
Another bike loaded with explosives was parked at a nearby grocery
store.
Qasim looked at his surroundings, put his hand inside
his pocket and pressed the remote button. The detonator sparked and the
bomb exploded with a deafening sound. Qasim put his left hand into
another pocket to press the detonator for the second button.
A
child approximately two years of age sat on the street near the grocery
store crying and calling out for his mother. He was two young to
understand why everyone was running in chaos. Qasim’s eyes met the small
child’s eyes. He closed his eyes and pressed the button. The child’s
body was thrown six meters away burnt beyond recognition.
Qasim
started walking to the meeting place of the ‘mujahids’. His childhood
flashed in his mind, when his parents were slaughtered in front of his
eyes in the 2002 Gujarat riots. A saying of Prophet Muhammad flickered
in his mind which commanded people not to kill women, children and old
people or destroy plants even during wars. He knew for sure that killing
children wasn’t good at least.
He went his home instead, opened his copy of the Qur’an and started reading Chapter 9.
“And if any one of the polytheists seeks your protection, then grant
him protection so that he may hear the words of Allah. Then deliver him
to his place of safety. That is because they are a people who do not
know”
Now he knew that the chapter was concerned with wartime,
fighting for your defense, behaving good if any of the opponents seeks
help from you.
Qasim held his teeth tightly and headed to the meeting spot. He quietly sneaked inside their leader’s room.
“Hello Sir………Yes Sir the job is done, Qasim did it……..Yes Sir this time
you’ll win the election……We have spread enough terror….HaHa” the leader
terminated the call.
“You bastard! You made me kill people for money” Qasim shouted.
The leader shouted for other goons. Qasim pointed his pistol towards
their leader. Another goon came and shot Qasim on his hand. Qasim cried
with pain.
Qasim was put in shackles and brought in front of everyone.
“He has been maligned by the Kuffar” their leader shouted.
“You’re a shame to Islam” Qasim shouted back.
“We are soldiers of Islam. We are here to spread it. Shoot him.”
“There shall be no compulsion in the religion. The right course has
become clear from the wrong. So whoever disbelieves in evil and believes
in Allah has grasped the most trustworthy handhold with no break in it.
And Allah is Hearing and Knowing” Qasim recited.
A bullet was fired into his head.
“Oh..Lordd. Forgive m…” Qasim mumbled before his breathing stopped.
