Ibrahim Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri (ابراهيم عواد ابراهيم علي البدري), more commonly known as Abu Dua, and also known as Ibrahim Awwad Ibrahim Ali al-Badri al-Samarrai, Dr. Ibrahim, and Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, is the leader of al-Qaeda in Iraq (AQI), which is the Iraqi division of the international Salafi jihadi militant organization al-Qaeda.
On 4 October 2011, the US State Department marked Dua as a Specially Designated Global Terrorist while announcing a $10 million reward for information leading to his capture or death. Only Ayman al-Zawahiri, chief of the global al-Qaeda organization, merits a larger reward at $25 million.
Abu Dua is in charge of running all AQI activity in Iraq, and is responsible for managing and directing large-scale operations such as the 28 August 2011 attack on the Umm al-Qura mosque in Baghdad that killed prominent Sunni lawmaker Khalid al-Fahdawi.
Following the 2 May 2011 US commando raid that killed al-Qaeda supreme leader Osama bin Laden in Abbottabad, Pakistan, Dua released a statement eulogizing bin Laden and threatened violent retaliation for his death. On 5 May 2011, he claimed responsibility for an attack in Hilla that killed 24 policemen and wounded 72 others. Between March and April 2011, AQI claimed 23 other attacks south of Baghdad, all of which are alleged to have been carried out under Dua's command.
Abu Bakr (Abdullah ibn Abi Quhafa) (Arabic: عبد الله بن أبي قحافة, Transliteration: ʿAbd Allāh ibn Abī Quḥāfah, c. 573 CE - 634 CE) also known as Abū Bakr as-Șiddīq (Arabic: أبو بكر الصديق) was a senior companion (Sahabi) and the father-in-law of the Islamic prophet Muhammad. He ruled over the Rashidun Caliphate from 632–634 CE when he became the first Muslim Caliph following Muhammad's death. As Caliph, Abu Bakr succeeded to the political and administrative functions previously exercised by Muhammad, since the religious function and authority of prophethood ended with Muhammad's death according to Islam. He was called Al-Siddiq (The Truthful) and was known by that title among later generations of Muslims.
As a young man, Abu Bakr became a cloth merchant and he traveled extensively in Arabia and neighboring lands in the Middle East, through which he gained both wealth and experience. He eventually came to be recognized as the chief of his clan. On his return from a business trip to Yemen, he was informed that in his absence Muhammad had openly declared his prophethood. Not long after, Abu Bakr accepted Islam and was the first person outside the family of Muhammad to openly become a Muslim. He was instrumental in the conversion of many people to the Islamic faith and early in 623, Abu Bakr's daughter Aisha was married to Muhammad, strengthening the ties between the two men.
Abu Darda was one of the companions of the Islamic prophet Muhammad.
Abu Darda was a trader in Medina and belonged to the al-Ḥārith clan of the Banu Khazraj tribe. He converted to Islam after the Battle of Badr. He was declared the brother of Salman the Persian and served as a judge in Syria during the caliph Uthman's reign.
He died in 652 AD (AH 32) in Damascus, where the tombstones of his and his wife Umm al-Dardāʾ may still be seen.
An hadith transmitted by him states that Muhammad enjoined to him three things: to fast three days every month, to offer the Witr salat before sleep, and to offer two rakat sunnah of Fajr. From Tabarani and Majma uz-Zuwaid
Abu Darda's own preaching focused on the insignificance of worldly wealth and the minor details of life. According to him, this life was comparable to a loan.
It is said of Abu Darda that once a friend went to visit him at his home. On reaching there, the friend noticed, with grave concern, the appalling condition of Abu Darda's house. According to the friend, Abu Darda's house was shorter than the full height of a standing man. It was also as narrow as it was short, and the household utilities were less than basic. When the friend inquired from Abu Darda why he lived in such dire conditions, Darda's response was: "Do not worry my friend, this is just my temporary shade. I am building a proper house somewhere, slowly putting good things deserving thereof." When, on another occasion, the friend went back and found the same deprived shade, he demanded to know why Abu Darda had not moved to his better house. It was then that Abu Darda revealed to him that the house he referred to was the Kabr (the grave).
Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head
Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving
Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"
Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light
Road into the dark unaware
Winding ever higher
Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithful servant's free
In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everthing seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
What you should take and what to give
Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores
To see a beloved son
In despair of what's to come
If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten mortals
I have often told you stories
About the way
I lived the life of a drifter
Waiting for the day
When I'd take your hand
And sing you songs
Then maybe you would say
Come lay with me love me
And I would surely stay
Now I feel I'm growing older
And only songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be...
A soldier of fortune
Many times I've been a traveller
I looked for something new
In days of old
When nights were cold
I wandered without you
Those days I thought my eyes
Had seen you standing near
Though blindness is confusing
It shows that you're not here
Now I feel I'm growing older
And only songs that I have sung
Echo in the distance
Like the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be...
A soldier of fortune
I can hear the sound
Of a windmill goin' 'round
I guess I'll always be
The memories that now,
Rest in this forest
Forever shadowing,
The sunrise of my heart,
Wings leave their nest at my coming,
Swaying away to the cold glowing sky.
Dreaming away for a while,
My spirit sighs in peace,
Gazing unto the stars,
Please,
Take me there.
I am so alone,
So cold,
My heart is to scarred to glow.
I wish the sunrise to come,
Take my soul,
From this cold,
Lonely shell,
The sun don't shine
The moon don't move the tides
to wash me clean
Sun don't shine
The moon don't move the tides
To wash me clean
Why so unforgiving and why so cold?
Been a long time crossing
The bridge of sighs
Cold wind blows
The gods look down in anger
On this poor child
Cold wind blows
Gods look down in anger
On this poor child
Why so unforgiving and why so cold?
Been a long time crossing
The sigh of summer upon my return
Fifteen alike since I was here
Bathed in deep fog, blurring my trail
Snuffing the first morning rays
Weary from what might have been ages
Still calm with my mind at peace
Would I prosper or fall, Drain the past
The lapse of the moment took its turn
I was foul and tainted, Devoid of faith
Wearing my death-mask at birth
The hands of God, Decrepit and thin
Cold caress and then nothing
I was taken away from my plight
A treason bestowed to the crowd
Branded a jonah with fevered blood
Ungodly freak, Defiler
Pale touch, Writhing in the embers
Damp mud burning in my eyes
All the faces turned away
And all would sneer at my demise
Outcast with dogmas forged below
Seared and beaten, Banished from where I was born
No mercy would help me on my way
In the pouring rain nothing is the same
Vows in ashes
I pledge myself to no-one
Seethed and spiteful
All shudder at the call of my name
If you'll bear with me
You'll fear of me
There is no forgiveness in these eyes
For any of you but one
Dispel the mist for now
Melinda is the reason why I've come
She is waterdrops over the pyre
A thistle in my hands
Stained and torn, Aged and brown
Virtuous shell with kindred innocence
I awoke from the miasma
Passing swiftly through the moor
This is here, Waters stir
And in the distance all that was lost
If you'll bear with me
You'll fear of me
You'd never leave me to
A lifeline in a drop of blood
A dying wish shun a God
Sought a dream inside the light
Finally relieved from plight
O this night is deceiveing
One eternal Winter
Earth below and reeling
Moon is riding high
Father and a liar
One forgotten season
Secrets in the mire
Moor is riding high
Aligning
A name inside a memory
Waiting for you
When words can't win her
There is nothing to do
Save your children
Drenched in poverty
Tracks in the snow
The deceased awake from beyond their sleep.
Search for blood and mortal meat.
Maggots crawl out from their eyes.
Feel their pain, it's mournful cries.
Pull your veins, tear out your heart.
Consume the blood, feast on flesh.
Torn apart, intestines scattered.
Alimentary canal ripped and shattered.
Pieces of your body eaten.
Painful death as time stands still.
Where your mind bursts in torture.
Feel your soul be torn apart.
Demons crawling through your system.
Hell has risen, the gods of pain.
Rip your skin, burn your bones.
Internal organs torn and drained.
Smell of flesh burnt to ashes.
Cries of death from hell.
Pain is all you revolve around.
Where the souls of Satan's grounds.
Rooms of eternal torture, reveal endurance of endless pain.
Disintegrating mortals, bodies burn.
There you feel the hellish torture.
Hellish torment, brutal butchering.
I got my eyes
I got my eyes on you
There's no one else
And there's no one else in this room
When I've some fun
When I've some fun
Dancing in the mood
When the morning comes
And when the morning comes
I'll be close to you (x2)
Forget it, the thing you have
Baby what you are?
Let the DJ plays the night
Cause the music so is right
When I with you
I got my eyes
I got my eyes on you
There's no one else
And there's on one else in this room
When I've some fun
When I've some fun
Dancing in the mood
When the morning comes
When the morning comes…
Forget it thing you have
Baby what you are?
Let the DJ plays the night
The music is playing laugh all right 'til the
Morning light
And I feel you
I got my eyes
I got my eyes on you
There's no one else
And there's no one else in this room
When I've some fun
When I've some fun
Dancing in the mood
When the morning comes
When the morning comes I'll be close to you
G ner dig
Men aldrig fr djupt
Sjunk ner i
Den vrld du har supt
Jag vet du
Blev dumpad igr
Av mig
Det hr r vad jag freslr:
Chorus:
Skaffa ett liv
Kp dig en drr
In genom vrlden
Du aldrig sg frr
Skriv en lt
Till Jabba Hot
Och slu
ta se fram emot
Den dag d jag gtt
Frstr du
Att jag blev sur
P dj
I ur skur
En spruta
Dk upp varje dag
Du blev med
i stadens A-lag