Assalamualikum Wa Rahmatullahi Wa Barakatuhu brothers and sisters, 

 Welcome to the Dar-Al-Murabiteen! 

In the name of Allah the most gracious the most merciful

She stood her ground alone, bleeding and forsaken. It was determination that was so visible in her eyes, the wind blowing the desert sands into her face. Was all the glory abandoned for the cheapness of the world, wasn’t any body left to fight for her honor and protection. There seemed no soul in the vicinity. Yes she could see the enemy, with its numbers and armors, and aircrafts and tankers, but what could budge her. The promise of her lord was true and He would never desolate her.

But wait! What she sees? Should she rub her eyes or cry in their welcome… they looked strange? 
                                                                       

  They were surrounding her and pulling in front of her… trying to put their life at stake in order to revive the word of Allah and save her.

Silently she smiled, pitying those who hadn’t come to stand against the whole world in order to provide her with safety and assurance. What would they answer Allah on the Day of Judgment when they would be asked,

"The Ummah of my Prophet was isolated and transgressed…so, where were you!?"

Then…? Have you left for jihad already?