Grace C. Kemp is an educator, writer, and speaker.
By Grace Kemp
I am so scared, Allah! Please help me.
Mama, don't be sad. Be proud of me. I am dying for our great
I wish I could have said goodbye, but I swore I wouldn't tell
anybody. They clapped when I took the martyr's oath. They said I was Allah's
chosen one. I was scared but proud and happy at the same time.
My Muslim leaders told me that when I get to heaven, I will
learn how successful I was. They said Allah would have a big celebration in my
honor. That is what I kept in my mind. I repeated verses from the Qur'an over and
over to keep strong.
Now I leave you, Mama. Don't ever forget me. I love you. Allah
be with me.
I shall now detonate the bomb and destroy the infidels for
Allah. All hail, Allah!
What happened? Where am I? Why is it dark? I am so scared!
Allah—where are you?
I did what you told me to do. I am a martyr. I killed the infidels.
Why is everything black? Help! I'm falling down a chute... falling... so fast... faster and faster!
Allah... Help me... Help me! I can't breath. It's so black… smoky... choking.
Something is stinging me, inside and out. Like fire ants. I can't
seem to brush them off. Where are my hands!?!
I'm having a nightmare! I need to wake up! I'll close my eyes.
Where are my eyes! Where is my body!?!
Help me Allah! Where are you? I'm falling, falling. When will I stop falling?
I'm smothering, choking. I'm so scared! Someone help me! What are those horrible
shrieks? How will I get out of this pit?
There is no god but Allah, and Mohammed is his prophet. Help! The heat! Allah, let me die!
Let me die, I want to die! Am I in Hell? Why?
There is a mistake! I did what you said in your sacred Qur'an.
I killed the infidels in holy Jihad. I am one of your holy martyrs.
Allah! Allah! Allah!
Save me, save me!
I am burning in these flames!
Mama! Mama! Save me! I'm sorry, Mama, I'm sorry.
There is a way that seemeth right unto a man but
the end thereof are the ways of death.
Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.