Da’wah Ila Al-jihad Al-Akbar (The Call to the Greater Jihad)

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Da’wah Ila Al-jihad Al-Akbar 

(The Call to the Greater Jihad)

“I bear witness to the oneness of Allah, to the truth of his Book, and to the nobility of the Prophet it was revealed to.”

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The Lotc version of Song lyrics

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We thank God, for it became as we wished,

from the Lord of the throne, the Generous Giver.

 

Tell the one who covets our country,

that we will answer the call to defend it.

 

Oh, foolish! What is your position beside us?

You think that the war is just about plundering your neighbour?

 

Many people wished for our demise,

but they retreated and were disappointed.

 

Raise up the wings and never hesitate,

we will show them lessons and wonders.

 

We march along the banners,

it is we, the people of values and wars.

 

This is the country of Rashidun and we shall protect it,

We shall defend it against all aggressors!

 

Under the banner of my faith

we heard and we obeyed!

 

Oh, our homeland, you have right on us

And the swords in our hands

 

In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate.

All praise is due to Allah, Lord of the heavens and the earth, the one who brings forth the dawn and lays down the shadows of night. We send peace and endless blessings upon His noble Prophets and upon all those who follow the straight path with sincerity and patience.

Peace be upon those who extend their hands in friendship and kindness, who approach our door with pure hearts and honest tongues.

And curses, eternal shame, and divine displeasure be upon those who harbor malice in their chests, who weave deceit in the shadows, and who plot harm against the innocent, for they shall find no refuge nor shade on the Day when all souls are laid bare.

 

O children of faith, hear me with the ears of your hearts: the road of the traveler has run red, the Mussallah Al‑Ashraf lies descerated, and innocent hands have been struck while shelter was promised.

The Infernal threat, the cursed Ibleesi menace,Who call themselves “The enslaver of man.” has declared war upon us with fire, terror, and treachery. No longer can we stand idle as those under the protection of Banu Shaheed and those under the Imperial laws are butchered. No longer can we witness the desecration of what is sacred without divine reprisal.

Thus, by the right given to every believing leader, and with the consensus of the scholars, elders, and righteous men of faith:

 

I, Amin ibn Shamil, Grand Imam Of Imam Rashidun 

do hereby declare a state of  JIHAD

against the Inferni, their agents, and all that follow the way of Iblees.

 

This is no minor campaign, nor fleeting matter. This is not a communal duty. This is fard 'ayn upon every able-bodied believing man or woman, young or old who holds faith in their chest and fear of Allah in their heart.

Let the blades be sharpened. Let the banners of the Mujahideen be raised. Let the righteous ride under the green banner of Tawheed, and may every step toward this cause be counted among the deeds of Paradise.

The Prophet Ash'aar had said: "O you who believe! What is the matter with you that you cling heavily to the earth? Verily, the promise of Allah is true! To fight for his sake is the Ultimate gain, for the mujahid is glory and honor to attain in the service of Allah, and the shuhada there await Jannah Firdous, where rivers flow and maidens await! Verily, the next world is better for you!"

Oh Believing men and women! Seek Ar-Rahman divine pleasure and the promise of eternal reward! Join under the banner of Jihad and strive in the path of Allah! To serve in the cause of Allah is to serve your homes, your loved ones, and your communities, for to serve the Empire is noble and great! But to serve Rabbil Alameen (The lord of the worlds) is Eternal! So go forth and strike them in every rock they hide, every cave they cower in, and never stray from the path!

 

May Allah grant us victory.

May He make firm our feet.

May He bring ruin upon the cursed.

And may He write us among the Mujahideen, in this life and the next.

 

— Grand Imam Amin ibn Shamil, Sheikh of Banu Shaheed, Amir Al-Mumineen

 

[Navigator 4260]

"Faith is the pillar which upholds a shattered sky. . . But I respect the bravery, and I commend the initiative. Our Legions will feast, and the Horde will march. . . I welcome these warriors to meet their befitting fate."

 

The Archprince of Dread neatly folded the missive and kept it in his study. He had known the Qalasheen people to be sturdy, strong and wise. The battle would be difficult; but the Black God's Legions would verily win nonetheless.

[Wand 1220]

An elf, growing more ancient by the day, drew forth an old relic and a silvered ring that gleamed with moonlight. He recognized the burning fire for what it was, and made his way on. He had seen it once before in the south continent of Korvassa.

[scoobi 124]

A hooded figure looked toward the missive now, holding it outward to the beast on their left– the supposed Enslaver of Man.

 

A quiet laugh escaped as they read the missive aloud to the creature.

 

“Perhaps it is time for another hunt.”

 

Folding the missive, they moved to a stand, ushering the beast to follow.

 

“Ribbons for chains…” they muttered, “...Oh, how the enslaved love to embellish their shackles.”

 

They spoke to nobody in particular, but it was clear to whom their words were meant for.

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[AquaticWolf 286]

Adel al‑Rashid stood beside his elder cousin and sheikh as the Qali set his pen to paper. A heavy breath left him while the rain outside swelled into a fierce downpour   "This has gone too far"   he said, eyes fixed on his home where his kin had just been set upon by those devilish creatures   "May the Creator guide our path, grant us strength and steadfastness to stand against such evil, and cleanse Azuras of their stain!"

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Sir Zubayr Bin Shamil took the notice in hand, as it was offered to him. His gaze looked toward the fire for a moment in thought, a slow smile crept upon his face as he went to hang the declaration in his home.

 

Dawning his armor he made his way toward the sheikh, and awnsering the call of Jihad. Preparing to help enflame all the fronts and take their battle to them. Seeking maryterdom or victory as he had hope in Allah, that his enemies will never have.

 

"Glory be to Allah, we shall ride forth first to help our empire and people. What is more noble? To sit at home and speak about the injustices? Or to right the wrongs with the blade of Haqq against the shattered neck of falsehood."

[Your Stepdad 711]

Nasir Al-Haybah rises from his stool, stowed nicely in the corner of his simple room, no decorations, no frame for a bed. The man cared not for the material world. He sighed and shook his head before announcing loud enough for his neighbors to hear,

“The Darkspawn once again challenge my people and raise sword against the most esteemed. Those who plague Allah's great creation with smut must be shown no courtesy, no salvation, and must be scorched with no remorse. I shall lower my pen and raise my sword in defense of my family, my country, and for Allah. If this Jihad shall be my last act on this land, let martyrdom come and pave the way for our salvation.”

Nasir would reach for his sword tucked away underneath his bed, resting, waiting for its call to action.

[Wasteland_Shaman 97]

The Lurgoth pens a missive to the Grand Imam, penning it in the Sacred Ink of the Lur Clan.

 

"Clan Lur shall stand behind our ally, the Shaykh Amin al-Assad, in the Jihad against the BÛRZ that threaten our lands. Lur was the Greatest Hunter of the Krugkin, and I, Gutlug'Lurgoth, pledge myself to hunt these beasts and bring their hides back to Ghorazad to display in our Clan Hall. May Votar grant us success in this hunt as we slay these beasts together."

Signed, Gutlug'Lurgoth

Gothob Clan Lur

The seal of Clan Lur is stamped on the Missive.. 

[Nestro_Miner 589]

The Qali Mage takes one final look at his ancient relic sword of Al-Asad before drawing the curtains.

 

“Rest now, O’ sword of the Mighty Sultans of past for our enemies grow ever powerful and thus demands an equal response”

 

And as such, the renowned mage took to the field of battle, an immense stare wroth of pride, a portal shattered the air as he stepped into the next chapter. . . . JIHAD!

[APurrfectPossum 148]

The garden was quiet when the messenger came, sunlight spilling like gold over the pages of her book. Eirene looked up, brushing a leaf from her sleeve as the seal broke beneath her thumb. She read the missive once, twice, her breath catching at the weight of its words. For a long while, she said nothing, only closed her eyes and pressed the parchment to her heart. “May the Most Merciful guide and guard them.” 


Hasan Bun Salman Al-Haybah read the missive and felt his heart burn with resolve. “Alhamdullilah..” he whispered, for the chance to defend what was sacred. He laid his shamshir upon the whetstone, striking it 3 times which sent sparks leaping like fireworks, He made sure to check the draw of his Saqr al-Nash while lifting his gaze eastward, murmuring, “Inshallah, we can finally rid this world from these vile beings..”

[SefiLogical 28]

As the news spread, the sickly painter had sat in her room prior, the corner of her room becoming the only safe space since the incident that transpired in their shelter. The woman held the notice in her hand, with no way to help other than to bear the consequences of what pains her, standing by to watch her family bear arms because of the damage she herself had to endure.

A silent prayer followed behind.. "Inshallah, for our brothers and sisters to bear strength with our allies. Ya Rabb, may your hand guide our brother and sisters to bring their steel to justice, and may their hearts and bodies be safe. Bismillah Al-Rahman Al-Rahim, Ameen."

[CasChaos 96]

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[TaraJess 2848]

Aera finds the side of her husband, bringing him fresh fruit from the city markets. 

"If you are to leave me so soon, you must eat."

[Sonybut7 530]

 

 

ZNAK KUUL HZAKUZ.

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TO FEAST

Within the halls of the church of black, a figure showed a curious missive to The Tyrant it was made out towards. And all it brought was a sickly smile, too wide for any human face to bear, dripping from its teeth were the blood of its recent feast, the Qalasheen man named Khaleed. Yet The Tyrant merely stood up, its titanic foot stepped in the direction of the door, as it responded to the figure.

 

“Let them know fear. It makes their flesh tender, and their marrow plenty.”

 

And thus The Tyrant set out, paired with a further declaration of this war. For the people of Man would learn the meaning of his name, would learn the meaning of his purpose. ZNAKUDAH ZA’VUTIR, within their common tongue, ENSLAVER OF MAN, would mark his presence upon the fields of battle. And lay ruin to their legions, and spread dread among the sons of Horen.
 

DOMINION IS DEVOTION! DOMINION IS DEVOTION! DOMINION IS DEVOTION!DOMINION IS DEVOTION! DOMINION IS DEVOTION! DOMINION IS DEVOTION! DOMINION IS DEVOTION!

 

 

[Mordringfan 166]

The creature reads through the missive in silence, the only sounds permeating being that of the rain falling throughout Azuras in the morning. It completes Its brief read-through, before sighing in what could at best be described as a mimicry of relief, a habit it had gained long ago and yet to get rid of. They reach out and grab the missive, ripping it from where it was once hung for all to see, before finally quietly speaking to itself in what seemed to be... Relief.

"Thanke the goddes that we ben not alone in oure strif." It heads off into the nearby Forest after grabbing the missive, big things appeared to be in the making from many different parties.