He joined the brigades of the Mujāhidīn, hastening to defend the religion and the honor of the Muslims, he found the true happiness he spent his life looking for, even in exchange for the comfortable west that he was born in and grew up in, he loved the fields of Jihād.
Contentment filled his heart, and he was a lion in the battlefields, never looking back and always plunging into the rows of the enemies. He was loved by the Ansār, and they found nothing but good from him.
In September 2009, heavy fighting was happening on the beach front in northern Mogadishu where the African invaders were holed up him, he is was known a squad with another muhajir brother named sayfULLAH, he was fasting and quickly called his brother to tell him to take part.
Around Maghrib the same day, he called another brother after the fighting subsided and informed that him and sayfULLAH were severely wounded, and asked them to come to the area they were at. After they prayed they came to them, and found both smiling as Martyrs.
The brothers swore by Allaah that they both smelled of musk. He gave up everything for Allaah, and finally met his Lord as a Martyr. May Allaah accept him and the other brother sayfUllaah. In the bellies of green birds Inshā Allaah. This how we consider and Allaah will judge them
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