tender stories to me told
of  yet  another conquest
far so bold
I see their lined faces
not so old,
intensifying heat in
eyes that are cold

I shall always be in love with my Mujahideen
the most courageous man
I have ever seen
wild  beats of heart
they have come to mean
colorful bursts of  flowers
to match fields
that are green

faith to survive
the rule of the hand
praise for the songs
that echo in the sand
fighters whose children
were born for the land
take away the pain that
comes with the brand

I see his wings preparing
for a flight
I see his glow consuming
in the night
eclipsing the sorrow
and the terrible fright
My Mujahideen stands
supreme in the light

An ethnic Tajik
A Sunni Muslim from the valley of Panshir

He stood and fought when danger was near
He fought proudly with his Muslim brothers
For the way of life they held so dear

Soviet attack helicopters
Tanks too

They attacked in vain
Ahmad has a heart so true

He was going to warn the West
Of the 9/11 attacks

Osama put a price on his head
I wish the Lion would come back

Death to communism
Afghanistan is the true Muslim's land
The Taliban are evil
And belong buried in the sand

Ahmad Massoud's spirit can never die
To Allah
His spirit will fly!