The Brave Women of Afghanistan
A Chapter from Brave Women in Jihad
These days Afghanistan is enlightened with the light of Islam. Shariah has been imposed. 1.6 million Martyrs gave their blood to pave the way to this imposition. The role of brave women along with the martyrs is also worth mentioning. They did not only bear the pain of Hijrah but also motivated their brothers and sons to stand up for Jihad and there were certain women who also engaged in direct resistance with communists.
In 1979 when the Soviet Union attacked Afghanistan the Mujahideen of Islam stood in the fortification of this land. Women also set wonderful examples of resistance. As far as the military role of women in Afghan Jihad is concerned, it is quite obvious that the number of such women is not very high because in a traditional Afghan society it was not possible and due to the critical circumstances a huge number of civilians migrated but on times many women carried out certain military operations. Among them an anonymous Mujahidah will be remembered with golden words in history. This great Mujahidah prevented a whole convoy of soldiers from proceeding for several hours. Her bravery was even endorsed by the Russian soldiers and the thing worth mentioning about her is that she was only nine [9] years old! And she was martyred during this operation [She will be mentioned later in detail]. Such were the women of Afghanistan who sent their beloved ones to the front and took from them the oath of bravery.
Following are some of the greatest stories of brave Afghan women. The first story “A Great Lady in the Battle of Jalalabad” is about an Arab lady but because she took part in the Jihad of Afghanistan she is being mentioned in this chapter.
“A Great Lady in the Battle of Jalalabad”
This story is about a great Arab lady narrated in Arabic by her son. Here is the translation of the story in the words of his son:
“I belong to Makkah and my house is very close to the Baitullah. It is so close that we can hear the Athan clearly. I was inspired by the west and fell a victim to their propagandas. Like other Arabs I kept deaf ears to the cries of oppressed humanity. I admired the infidel ways of the west. After completing my education I got a job in an airline and I decided to settle in London. I returned after sometime to get married. I was busy in preparing for the wedding when my friend told me that “the battle between Kufr and Islam has just begun in Afghanistan and the Soviets have come with all their power to extinguish the light of Allah. The Soviets are killing and plundering. The time has come for Muslims to unite and fight this Infidel Powers and be ready for Jihad fi sabilillah.”
I was surprised to hear his words. I was blinded by luxuries and battling against infidels was totally opposite to my thoughts. The nation which had shown us the path of progress why should we fight her? I told my Mujahid friend “probably you have become mad”. I went back to home and told this news to my mother.
As I was telling her I looked to her face. I was shocked to see her crying. I asked her why she was crying. She told me sorrowfully:
“For Allah’s sake take me to Afghanistan I want to be martyred in the way of Allah.”
The words of my mother fell like a thunderbolt on me. I felt a strong disgust for myself. The faces of so many of those mothers who had become the victims of the oppression of infidels because of my negligence started revolving around my eyes. I could see their frail hands near my throat. “Take me to Afghanistan” the voice of my mother shook me once again.
I said to my beloved mother: “Dear mother you don’t need to go there I am ready to sacrifice on your behalf.”
She replied firmly “I want to participate myself.”
I found myself helpless in front of her firmness. We then decided that I will go there first and manage some place to stay and other things and then take my mother later. My mother hardly agreed to it but she departed me happily. After reaching Pakistan I managed a place to stay and returned to take my mother with me back to Peshawar. I found her to be in hospital and according to doctors in the last stages of her life. I told her that I have come to take you for Afghanistan. On hearing this, an electric current ran down her frail body and all the sickness disappeared.
The next day I was surprised to see that my great mother sold all her property and jewelry to donate it to the Mujahideen. I left my siblings crying and headed with my mom to Peshawar. On reaching Peshawar she grew even more restless to reach the front. When I asked my Ameer to allow my mother to participate he decided to talk to my mother himself. On seeing the Ameer my mother became extremely happy and handed all the money to him. The Ameer told her that it was enough from her and going to the front was not appropriate for her. She did not dare to refuse in front of the Ameer but she became extremely sad. So she left and I stayed with the intention of staying on the front for the rest of my life.
Only a little time had passed when I was informed that my mother was extremely sick and crying every time for the love of martyrdom and that she was reaching Islamabad on so and so date. I went to Islamabad. The emotional state of my mother had dragged me into a great unrest. She told me that this time she had come to sacrifice for the dominance of Islam and with no intention of going back. I took my old mother to the Jalalabad front. My mother was so happy so much that her tears won’t stop. That day the Kufr must be shaking. The weak hands of this old lady looked so strong .
We reached the Jalalabad front. All the young Mujahideen started chanting enthusiastic slogans on seeing an old lady fighting for the dominance of Islam. Some moments can never be forgotten. They became a part of history…
My mother had just reached the front when the enemies of Islam starting firing mortars to extinguish the radiance of Islam. Those taking part in Jihad know how pleasant such a moment is for a Mujahid. Thus, the Mujahideen brought forward my old mother against the so called Super Power.
She chanted Bismillah and Allahu Akbar to put the mortar in the cannon and like that with a Takbeer she would fire them on the enemies. These five hours were like a disaster for the infidels. As usual, the Russian planes responded by bombing the area with their planes. All the Mujahideen therefore left for their bunkers but this Mujahidah lady stood in the middle of battlefield. She raised her hands in prayer to Almighty Allah: “O’ Allah bless me with martyrdom”for a long time she stood there praying in pursuit of martyrdom. Then she prayed like this: “O’ Allah! If you haven’t written martyrdom in my fate then give me a wound in your way. I don’t want to meet you without any signs of Jihad on the Day of Judgment”. Her prayer was granted and this great lady got the gift of being wounded in the way of Allah so happily she returned to her home.
[Mujahid ki Azaan Part II]
The Young Mujahidah
The fierce Russian tanks were crushing stones and bushes while proceeding. The mountains were shaking under the sounds of tanks and the slogans of the Russian soldiers. There were red flags on the tanks and vehicles. The Russian soldiers were proceeding without any fear because their intelligence sources had informed them that all the towns ahead had been vacated and people had already fled. The condition of the towns, deserted homes, and empty roads were all acknowledging these reports. Therefore this army was proceeding fearlessly. Each and every soldier of this convoy had dangerous ideas in his mind. The love of Kufr and hatred of Islam was in each and every heart. Like the Tatars, they intended on building towers of skulls. They were proceeding on their way when…
Suddenly, someone started firing somewhere from a small mountain which was in front of them. The cowards started shaking in fear. The firing was very intense moreover it was totally unexpected. The enemy suffered some casualties. This unexpected attack struck terror in their hearts. The procession had stopped. The tanks, cannons, machine guns of the communists started firing in direction of the mountains. The soldiers took their positions in different bushes to stop this sudden attack. The whole area was shaking on this intense backfire from the Russians.
The sky was filled with black clouds of smoke. The shelling of the enemy had almost perished the mountain in front of them. They were now convinced that the attacker had perished. They were going to proceed when suddenly someone started firing again from an adjacent mountain on the right. This sudden attack killed many of the communist soldiers and their lines were left in complete chaos. Once again they responded with heavy shelling - much intense then before. Due to such chaos and ill-organization many of the Russian soldiers started killing their own companion soldiers. A large number of the Russian soldiers were getting wounded from their own mortaring. The whole scene was left in complete chaos. The mortaring continued for a long period until the firing from the unknown attacker ceased.
The commander gave orders to proceed with extreme fear in his mind and the hearts of his soldiers. They were sure that the attacker was finished but even then they were afraid. They had already suffered much. The army had just started moving when firing erupted once again from the right side of the mountain.
Many of the enemy soldiers lay wounded - immersed in their own blood. This attack disorganized there rows and columns into a disastrous chaos. The tanks started responding. The Russian soldiers started running in every direction. Many of them were shivering with fear behind their trucks. This time too the Russians got a severe blow. Due to misjudgment their own vehicles and tanks were being destroyed. The callers to the red revolution were dieing in their red blood. No one knew where their target was. The stock of ammunition was about to exhaust. Hardly the army organized itself again. Their plan of proceeding forwards was changed and instead now they wanted to run away. No one was ready to move forward. The piles of dead bodies prevented them from proceeding.
Their commander devised a new plan and ordered his guerrillas to climb the mountain from where the firing originated. The enemy soldiers started crawling up the mountain with their hand grenades and Kalashnikovs. Tanks were alert in their positions ready to combat a sudden assault. The guerillas had searched all the mountains but there were no signs of any dead or alive attacker. Everyone was wondering where the attacker could possibly have disappeared so soon. Surviving such an intense shelling was almost impossible and even if the attacker survived where could he possibly have gone? The soldiers were searching with their dogs.
At last they found small footprints. The Russian soldiers shivered with fear as they followed the footprints. The footprints were becoming more prominent and were leading them to their wanted person but they did not appear to be footprints of any soldier or Mujahid. The footprints led to a pool of blood. No one was ready to believe his eyes. In front of them lay dead a nine year old Afghan Muslim girl with a Kalashnikov in her hand.
The cover was blown. The enemy was mourning over its cowardliness. The Mujahidah girl lay dead in a pool of blood. There she was in front of them… the one who prevented them from proceeding for several hours. Childhood and innocence was shining like radiance from her modest face. This girl refused to migrate from her home and instead decided to avenge the blood of her parents. Her little hands alone had taken the heavy task of defending Islam. This little girl caused such a heavy damage to a whole convoy and killed so many of its soldiers.
Then following the way of her predecessors she sacrificed her life to attain martyrdom. This little girl challenged the young men of this Ummah. She presented her life to Allah in thanks to the blessing of Iman and made it known to the Kufr that to combat your armies the daughters of Islam alone are enough. Your dreams of invading this blessed land are a deception. You will be humiliated and expelled from this land.
This little girl embraced martyrdom to teach the enemies of Islam that though our nation has forgotten then history of their predecessors but the sister of Maudh and Muadh r.a [the children who killed Abu Jahl] are still alive. O’ enemy of Islam until these daughters are alive your dirty aims will never be fulfilled!
Saeedah Bibi
In a village called Astor [or Istor] of the province of Lughman [Afghanistan] lived a sixteen year old girl called Saeedah Bibi. His brother Shayr Afzal was a staunch communist. The Russians were killing innocent Muslims ever since the red revolution flooded in. One day the demonic Russians and other soldiers of red army made a big attack in which these merciless brutes killed more than hundred innocent men, women, and children.
The streets were filled with dead bodies men and beasts. Streams and canals were flooded with blood. The smoke rising from the deserted homes carried a silent plea of innocent children and mothers. When Shayr Afzal reached his home with some barbaric communist soldiers her sister Saeedah Bibi welcomes him warmly. She said well done my brother. You did a great thing. You destroyed the enemies of the revolution now I am extremely happy. I myself want to go and help you against your enemies but I wish that tonight you stay at my home as a guest and leave the next morning. His brother and hundred [100] Russian communists accepted her invitation and stayed at her place for the night.
This brave girl prepared their dinner and presented it to them. After the dinner the Russian soldiers were left unconscious in the toxication of wine. When Saeedah saw that there were in a deep sleep she took a sword and killed each and every of the Russian. Then she woke her brother and said: beloved brother get up and see your companions.
When the brother saw their dead bodies he yelled at her but the honorable girl said to him “why are you so shocked, I will do the same with you. You have seen with your eyes the doom of your companions and I believe that one day all the Russians and their supporters will be humiliated like that. I also believe that the sacrifices of Muslims will not go futile. One day Afghanistan will be freed.”
The brother on seeing the faith of her sister asked her forgiveness but the girl refused to accept his apologies and said that even if I forgive you; Allah, our religion, our country, our innocent children, elderly and women will never forgive you. Having said this she beheaded her brother. Saeedah Bibi was martyred during a bombardment by a gunship helicopter but is still remembered as one of the bravest women in Afghan history.


