On the guard of honor and merit of the nation
Umar Abdullayev, IA DAYMOHK, 10.03.06
Truly, this time of the worthy: living, those live by towers, departing, that exit by heroes. The Presidents depart not broken, generals and series patriotic wars sacrifice themselves. We still plainly and did not realize the true scales of losses and findings of the continuous tests. That not day, then glory a worthy example. And others become in the place of those killed. There was replaced not one generation, and to us it is already difficult to learn them - the children of war - courageous youths, into the person and on the names. War made them more adult earlier than the time...
Mother encourages only son during the last battle and requests not to surrender living to an enemy, in the hour the latter young couple places between the hearts grenade and into obnimku is raised to the sky. And those, whom nevertheless succeed in breaking through environment, leave to injured friends last ammunition. Others direct the mined machines into the camp of enemy or by torch flare up in the surrounded house.
Fifteen years old adolescent in the triple ring of environment requests to give him five minutes for the prayer and then is heard explosion. And struck by this force the enemy in the confusion asks journalist: "tell what we can contradict against this?". But that generally is possible to contradict against the person come to believe into the god? There isn’t such force on the earth. And only in Russia seventeen institutes begin to in haste search for answer to the reasons for self-sacrifice into the name of Allah and freedom. And find nothing more cleverly than to drench by mud the force of faith and free spirit. When Ivan after hundred grams of alcohol throws to the embrasure, this is understandable. For Stalin, for the native land. But if mujaheds makes this - this already for Bean Laden, also, in the river bed of "international terrorism". Such cowardly and helpless are explanations to abomination.
I heard the cheerful voices of moustache less youths in that surrounded by Russian locust Shatoye. All wanted to become martyrs precisely in month Ramadan and unstopping requested the rest: "brothers, wish to us death in this month...". And perishing there was much. I’ll never forget their faces. These faces frequently come to me by long nights... To T.V. camera men then was reached basement in the upper outskirts of Shatoy, directly opposite the cemetery. And there were unceasingly brought killed from the positions of Duba- Yourta. Greater partly buried at night, with the light of automobile headlights. In the daytime above Shatoye by flocks turned aircraft... And these killed children were happiest, because Allah answered their entreaty. And after each such death on the region resounded glad: "brother was married...". There was in the form a betrothal with death.
But as peace was struck by the beauty of our external and sincere sisters in northeast. Each saw in this tragedy his, but no one dared to speak aloud about the fact that their pushed on these victims, and how they were right, when they requested to stop war. Then was located her, marked, Chechen, which in the reporting about the north-east named a desperate step of our sisters suicidal inclinations. In the appreciation for this soon woman journalist was allowed to one of the information of the feeding troughs of Russia. And how much them, that ascended on the treachery! It is interesting; do these people realize with what contempt look on them the Russian?
And which would be with us, if not be that handful of brave men, the price of their own life of those standing on the guard of honor and merit of nation? As pitifully and helplessly would appear we, whose Iman hardly rots only in pitiful tele-SAKh. But those come to believe are beautiful and strong not only by courage, but also by great love for the neighbor, i.e., to us, to the unworthy.
I heard this history two years ago. It’s from the real life, but I don’t want to call neither names nor village...
Between combat, as soon as he succeeded, son always strove home for the mother, who always met him coldly, also, with the unconcealed dissatisfaction.
- why do you come? I built this hovel with difficulty; do you want so that it would set fire by Russians?
He did not answer the reproaches in no way and taciturn departed. his friends knew about this meek love of son for the mother and even they tried to dissuade from the encounters, but everything was uselessly. "That she saw in this life: without the formation, without the concepts, she was only occupied by house, yes by my bringing up. And no one judged her ", - answered son.
But once he promised her not to return more, until enemy wouldn’t be banished. And this was their last encounter. Soon he perished. And hovel was preserved, and mother, until now, was living. Not about the mothers is speech, at the end - ends each lies down into their grave, but about the sons, on the path of righteous fight, about their mercy and unselfishness.
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