Fazul joins camp to begin Jihad

I had heard about Vietnam and watched American movies that depicted the Americans as invincible.

I always wondered, and told myself that the movies had their own objective — to boost the morale of the American people while demoralising others. In truth, America suffered an abysmal defeat in Vietnam, and it betrayed those Vietnamese who fought on their side.

What did America do for those people? They left them to meet their fate at the hands of the new communist government of Vietnam. It prepared no programme for them. The CIA is known for betrayal when things get tough.

America is only concerned about its own interests. It is the party that always chooses the target and schemes to overthrow governments that refuse to take orders from it.

Don’t forget what happened to the Iraqi Kurds, whom the CIA betrayed. Look closely at what it did to the Shiites in the Second Gulf War. America itself supported President Saddam Hussein, but it later betrayed him. It even betrayed former Somali President Siad Barre. As such, America always betrays its allies.

It thought that it could betray the Mujahidin engaged in the Afghan Jihad or toy with them as it wished. But it failed this time round because the Afghan Jihad has now produced the Ummah’s best young men, such as Mulla Muhammad Umar, Osama bin Laden and Sheikh Abdalmuizz al-Zawahiri and other Islamic leaders across the world.

Miramshah is a border village located in Sarhad Province, on the western border of Pakistan. It is inhabited by the Patan, an interrelated group of Afghan and Pakistani tribes. It is small in size, but big in the hearts of all Mujahidin.

It was the main crossing point into Afghanistan for the Mujahidin, and it was considered a place to rest and treat injured Mujahidin before they are moved to Peshawar.

Arab faces were not alien to Miramshah. Arab young men were in charge of charitable organisations serving natives. We arrived in this village at noon after a long, enjoyable and safe journey.

We went to Miramshah guest house and found that there were more Mujahidin there. We were given a reception befitting a Mujahidin and given instructions concerning the guest house.

The director was a Saudi brother and his deputy was brother Abu-Suhayb al-Makki, a young man from Mecca. Some of his aides were northern Yemenis.

Except in piety

There was no discrimination between arriving nationalities and Arab and non-Arab, except in piety.

We spent the night in the village and on the following day vehicles, totally different from the buses we used in Pakistan arrived at the guest house. They were hardy vehicles that could endure the mountainous terrain and unpaved roads. They were all-terrain four-wheel drive vehicles that had no tops.

We got into the vehicles in two groups and began our historic voyage. Each of us left his trusts and his will at the guest house. We were told that we could be martyred at any time. The Afghan-Pakistani border was not far, we were told.

Finally, we arrived at the Pakistani-Afghan border, where Pakistani militia and police forces were deployed. No procedures and no papers were required — we had left all our papers at the guest house.

A Pakistani soldier came down and talked to our driver in Afghan. He looked at all of us and smiled. We could do nothing but remain silent.

It was foregone that there was cooperation with the Mujahidin from all parties. Our hearts were tranquil as we prayed to Allah.