I always enjoy this story.
Once the Turks and the Greeks were at war. The Greeks had a well-fortified castle on a mountain. The Europeans thought that the Turks would not be able to overtake it quickly and that in the meanwhile they would intervene and bring peace.
Though Turkish generals mostly have been adventurers, some of them did excel. One such commander had great regard for his homeland and nation.
He gathered the small contingent of army under him. He addressed them, firing them up, and convincing them of the significance of dying with good name. Then they attacked with their whole might.
The Turks, being at the foot of the hill, had to ascend to attack as the enemy was on the top. The enemy could inflict damage on them easily, while the Turks could not inflict much damage on the enemy. The Turks charged many times but could not advance. Suddenly, a bullet struck the general and he fell down. The enemy raised a cry of joy. The enemy thought this would bring about the defeat of the Turks. But, in reality, the wound to the General was a sign of their defeat and Turkish victory.
When the general fell down, his people wanted to carry him to a secluded area to bandage him and treat him. He loved them and they also had love for him. He said to them, “By God, do not touch my body. If you love me, and you want to show me your love during my last moments, then there is only one way to do so. Make my grave in this fort. If you cannot do this then leave my body here for crows and dogs to devour.”
These thoughts of the General excited the army. They raised the slogan of God is the Greatest and attacked with such might that they overtook the fort and occupied it. Europe was stunned to learn that the Turks had taken that Greek fort.
Students might have read a similar story of an English woman in an English Reader. An eagle took the child of a woman to the top of a mountain. The woman went after the eagle, climbed the mountain, reached the nest, and brought the child out of the nest.
After she had hugged her child and was overjoyed, she realized that it was impossible for her to go down the mountain. People brought her down with much difficulty and asked how she was able to go up. She said, “I do not know how I was able to climb. All I know is that I saw that the eagle was taking my child to that direction and I was following them.”
A woman could do in the search of her child what strong men were not able to.
So, you tell me: Should you not have more love for the faith of God than the love of the woman for her child and the love of the Turk army for their general… Can you bear to look on and keep sitting idle while the enemies have thrown insults at God, His messenger, and the body of Islam?