Omar Douglas... God’s proof is upon us

Omar Daghlas, from the first generation of the Al-Qassam Brigades in the West Bank (social networking sites)

Some men in our time feel that their mission in life is for God to establish proof for His servants through them. They were created to be a role model for people and a proof for them. They represent realistic examples of what we have read from the biographies of our great ancestors. You see in them the Companions in their submission and obedience, and the Followers in their asceticism and knowledge, and they are represented by the conquering leaders. In their ambition and determination. We miss many of these people in their lives and then feel the calamity when they lose us, and we feel the void they created after their absence. A few days ago we said goodbye to one of these greats; The venerable sheikh, the noble Mujahid, and the patient and patient leader, Commander Omar Douglas, may God have mercy on him.

The hero Omar was one of the deportees of Marj al-Zuhur, an experience that deserves long study. Those heroes at that time did not care about their distance or their circumstances, so they turned the wasteland into a lush garden. This is the matter of the author of the message, carrying his cause in his heart wherever he settled and not lacking a way to revive it or a way to build and give.

Omar Daghlas, a young Palestinian man from the town of Asira al-Shamaliya near Nablus in the northern West Bank, grew up in an environment saturated with belonging to his religion, his land, and his cause. He grew up in the orchards of his village and the caves of Jabal al-Nar. He used to stand on top of Ebal - the highest point in the mountains of Nablus - and look at the distant horizon, contemplating and aspiring. His competence appeared at an early age, as he was one of the first founding members of the Al-Qassam Brigades in the West Bank, even though he was still in high school. While many young people at this age live a reckless adolescence and are preoccupied with simple or trivial interests, Omar was preparing his preparations, busy building his personality, preparing to resist his enemy, and concerned about the issues of his nation.

Omar's strong personality and pure heart prompted him to engage in resistance to the occupation early. The occupation forces arrested him when he was a fourth-year student at the Faculty of Economics at An-Najah National University. In 1992, the occupation expelled 415 cadres of the Islamic Movement outside Palestine, throwing them on the Lebanese border, where they struggled with freedom from captivity and longing for return. They camped at the village of Marj al-Zuhur, which later became a historical landmark, and an experience that contributed to the development of hundreds of leaders and scholars in those harsh conditions.

The hero Omar was one of the deportees of Marj al-Zuhur, an experience that deserves long study. Those heroes at that time did not care about their distance or their circumstances, so they turned the wasteland into a lush garden. This is the matter of the author of the message, carrying his cause in his heart wherever he settled and not lacking a way to revive it or a way to build and give. They organized themselves, appointed a spokesman on their behalf, founded a university, held seminars, wrote books, held marches, and brought in the media and international stations to monitor this phenomenon, which began to turn into a major burden on the occupation within just one year, so they decided to end this nightmare!

The returning deportee, Omar - as he called himself - went through that experience at that time, and Marj al-Zuhur left behind the features of his personality, what it left behind: the solidity of its land, the simplicity of its geography, and the abundance of its resources. It was an incentive and a starting point for starting a new journey outside the homeland, so he ended up in Syria in the company of a number of honorable companions of his path and exile. .

I remember the first time I met Abu Jaafar in the late nineties. I met a man of prestige, tall, strong, and muscular. The trace of his fist remained on my palm for minutes, as if I had just shaken hands with a mountain. The meetings were repeated on various occasions, and my and my friends’ admiration for him increased. We were young men who admired the strong personality and were attracted by the talks of the resistance and the heroism of the mujahideen. How happy we were the day we participated in his marriage ceremony to the daughter of his companion, the insightful Sheikh Hussein Al-Awawda Abu Bakr, may God have mercy on him. When God blessed him with his first son and he intended to name him Jaafar, his aunt, the mother of a friend who trained him, the number one persecutor in the West Bank, Mahmoud Abu Hanoud, may God have mercy on him, urged him to name his new son Mahmoud, and he responded. He became Abu Mahmoud.

In 2008, he suffered a severe spinal injury that left him completely paralyzed. Some trials are difficult for a person to imagine the results of. I could not imagine how I would see that smelly, optimistic, stubborn mountain, crippled and lacking in strength.

We made every effort to visit him from time to time to listen to his visions, projects, and practical ideas, but he was often absent due to the nature of his tasks in military and security training, which required him to remain out of the limelight. How many of our nation’s heroes were ignored by people because they were far from the lens, but God knows them! Along with the martyrs Mahmoud Abu Hanoud to Izz al-Din Sheikh Khalil to Mahmoud al-Mabhouh, his companions and colleagues in his specialty, Omar Daghlas continued to pursue his work with determination and sincerity, competence and mastery.

In 2008, he suffered a severe spinal injury that left him completely paralyzed. Some trials are difficult for a person to imagine the results of. I could not imagine how I would see that smelly, optimistic, stubborn mountain, crippled and lacking in strength. Before his first visit after the injury, we were preparing expressions of condolence and patience, but we were surprised that we needed it more than him, and that he was him with his determination and drive. He has truly become like Sheikh Ahmed Yassin II, except that he cannot even use a wheelchair. For the first time, I know that manhood is not just a strong body and tall height, but deep faith, beautiful patience, and absolute submission.

There is no doubt that he changed his style of activity and the nature of his tasks to suit his new situation, but he never changed his giving and enthusiasm, so he was an evidence in his determination and perseverance towards healthy people. Those who fall short often use excuses and circumstances as an excuse. Perhaps they would be happy with the slightest obstacle to be their excuse to justify their lethargy and laziness, but he was not like them. He did not retire from work, nor did he retreat from advancing in the ranks, even though he would be excused before God and before the creation. But he refused to be God’s proof against us. . Imagine that you are visiting him when it is time for physical therapy, and you see the therapist doing whatever he wants with his body and limbs, while he is continuing with his guests in his precise conversation with full concentration, with a gentle smile and gentle humor! If the souls are old, they become tired of wanting bodies.

As much as October 7 aroused in him great hope and anticipated victory, the pain of Gaza was eating away at his health. As his companions rose one after another, he withered until the disease took hold of him

The Syrian revolution broke out, and Abu Jaber was a supporter and supporter. He was like that until the end of his life, supporting its legitimacy, rejecting every political option that was intended for the Syrian people and their cause. He was soon forced to move to Lebanon, and communication was cut off for years. Then, God willing, we will meet him again in late 2018 in Istanbul. All those days only increased his splendor and purity. We saw him, and God covered him with prestige and beauty. He greeted us with his luminous face and white beard. There was peace and comfort in his sitting. Whenever we asked him about his condition, he was satisfied with praise and thanks, then he quickly spoke. There is no complaint or dissent, but faith and submission. Instead of talking about his suffering, he talks about the nation’s pain and issues, reviews its history and experiences, and visits the experiences of Islamic groups, extracting lessons and lessons, then offering solutions and initiatives. You see him speaking about the great issues and promising the nation’s project. His hopes were high and his outlook far-reaching. .

As much as October 7 aroused in him great hope and anticipated victory, the pain of Gaza was eating away at his health. As his companions rose one by one, he withered until the disease took hold of him, and he continued to join the caravan of glory on the path of the martyrs.

So you were blessed alive and you were dead, my brother Omar, sleep in peace. Behind you will follow the path and complete your steps, and the meeting place will be Paradise, God willing.