Great men fought forgetting pleasures
Their aim and goal being one
Rested their courage for their deen
Stranded their paths with taqwa
Enemies envied their togetherness, Trying to break their motive
With faith as their weapon they fought
Victory was not their desire
Jannah was their intention
Blood became their best attires
Symbolizing their need to be matyrs
Quran was their right hand, not forgetting their LORD
They fell but never slipped their destination
They had women of sabr, be it a daughter, mother, sister or wife
With serenity they got support
Jannah being their only destination
My heroes, My sahabas
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