Fortress Farm Trilogy: Volumes 1, 2 & 3 (Fortress Farm Series)

by G. R. Carter

  In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

  All praise and thanks are due to Allah, and peace and blessings be upon His Messengers. Dear brother in Islam, we commend your keenness on getting yourself well-acquainted with Islam and its teachings, and we implore Allah Almighty to help us serve His cause and render our work for His Sake.

  IN THE DAYS IMMEDIATELY AFTER DARKNESS FELL

  Now all who have ears to hear, and tongues to speak, and souls to comprehend, I command you to believe these words and know that Allah is great and through his prophet warriors our victory over the infidels will be complete. God truly is great!

  Before darkness fell across the world, and while Satan used all of his tricks to bring the rot of Western culture into our homes, our great imams understood the signs given by God when the night skies began to bring rivers of light. Our teachers understood even then that the Mahdi would soon return. These great leaders warned Allah’s people that a time of strife would follow unlike any other they had experienced. Such is the gift Allah gave us, alerting the true believers to be prepared, to be tested and ever watchful.

  Then, when earthly preparations were complete, Allah took the magic powers of life and bonds of slavery away from the Great Satan, and sent the American dogs to their cold and hungry deaths. Without their electricity, they fell prey to the demons which stalk at midnight. Without their decadent stores, they starved while whimpering for mercy. Without their mind altering drugs, they fell to insanity and turned on one another with rage.

  Unlike the heathen, His chosen people were forged like iron in the darkness. Unlike the ungrateful infidels who occupied this land before us, Allah’s elect had strength to survive the hunger and strife, being humbled by years of struggle, with eyes fixed up the true prize of Paradise at the end of this life.

  When Allah brought darkness upon the land, the American weaklings died in droves, slaves cut off from their government teat and unable to provide for themselves. But the holy mosques of Allah rallied the faithful to join together and live humbly. Years of preparation yielded a time of survival. Brothers gathered their possessions to serve each other.

  How many brave warriors were martyred in those turbulent battles after the darkness fell! Godless hordes broke themselves on our holy walls, trying to strip bare any scrap of food or shelter they could take. Brothers selflessly threw themselves against the foe, knowing that the Paradise of Martyrs awaited their arrival.

  Our women, unlike the American whores, understood their greatest gift to Allah is giving birth to holy warriors of Jihad. And unlike those godless sluts who sought to pervert our faith and turn our youths to the rotten culture surrounding them, mothers and daughters of Islam kept the homes of Allah’s warriors pure and full of new life. Our brave martyrs were mourned here on this earth, but Allah, most holy of names, gave them sons and nephews to take their place to protect God’s people.

  Allah be praised, the great failing of America became the cleansing necessary for his holy people to occupy this land. Before darkness fell over the world, many of our people dared to wonder what purpose Allah had to bring our ancestors to this wicked place so many years before. Brothers, you must be strong and know that the one true God has a plan for all! Now perseverance in this hostile land leads us to our greater calling.

  For we now prepare the vast expanse of fertile fields, fresh waters and abundant resources to receive He who is promised. Allah’s children will never know hunger or strife again. We may worship as we chose here in a land of plenty, Allah be praised!

  But it was not always so. I spoke of the great battles and strife in the first days after the darkness fell and oh how our faith was tested! The American soldiers and police attacked without mercy, not to defend their country or their false faith, but to steal what goods Allah had stored for his people in his holy mosques!

  Within twenty five sunsets after the darkness, Al-Qazwini Center was nearly over run, saved by the hand of God when several hundred holy warriors and their families arrived from their homes in Al-Hamtramck to join with their brothers. The mighty warriors slay one hundred infidel soldiers and police, and took their General as prisoner. Oh how that dog begged for death during his purification! To gain death, he released all the details about his fort and why his satanic weapons no longer worked against Allah’s warriors.

  Then our holy leader, Imam Adiyy ibn Hatim said to the faithful, “God has taken from the wicked the ability to strike at us from their hiding spots. Let us go now and cleanse all evil from this land, and take this city as our own. For it is right to destroy the unbelievers, and God gives us what we need to survive!”

  So the next day, under banners of every family and tribe representing the true believers in Islam, our glorious Jihad began. Imagine the look on the faces of the wicked when God’s holy warriors stood at their walls! The banners flew strong in the breeze, and shouts of “Allahu akbar” thundering in the concrete canyons where they stood.

  Satan’s weapons did not work against us as they had in our homelands all those years before. For nothing worked besides that which the true God gave us through the holy work of Kalashnikov the Elder. Our weapons shot straight and true, and where the infidels stood strong we burned them out. Praise be to Allah, the wicked ones received a taste of the flames they faced in damnation!

  Now when the remainder of the Great Satan’s military and police had been purged from our city, God’s holy people rested for one week. During the week great feasts were held, and each man martyred during the strife received a place of honor at the head table for their family. There they received the great joy of spending time seated next to our Imam Adiyy ibn Hatim. Pain of the mourners passed as stories of heroic deeds and assurances of their loved one’s trip to Paradise were told. No young man missed the opportunity to hear each word and dream of the day he might make his own sacrifice.

  Now at the end of the Sabbath week Imam Adiyy ibn Hatim gathered all the people into the stadium. He stood in front of the host, his voice projecting as though he was the Prophet himself, peace be upon his name. Total silence greeted his words, as all were eager to hear his wisdom.

  “I declare this land to be the New Levant,” Imam Samatar instructed. “From here we shall build a new earthly realm, to help others learn the truth of the words of the Prophet. Those who were misled by the Roman infidels should be given a chance to see the true heart of Isa, the Son of Mary, and know that we prepare for the return of Kalimet Allah.” Heartfelt cheers followed our Imam’s words, many were moved to tears by the clear stream of truth flowing from his mouth.

  “But hear me now brothers. All must accept the one God, Allah, or they shall not live in the New Levant. If anyone refuses, they must be treated as one of Satan’s angels and dealt with by God’s holy warriors. For I declare Jihad this day, and say that God himself intends his people to spread throughout this once wicked land! We shall cease our expansion only when God himself gives us the command to stop!”

  Brothers and sisters of the Quran, that day the mighty people of Allah danced and sang! God visited their hearts and gave them visions of where to go and defeat the nonbelievers.

  The faithful sisters of Islam, mothers and aunts of many of you reading this right now, perhaps ancestors already in Paradise, helped to rebuild the city into the shining New Mecca you visit on your pilgrimages while your fathers and uncles answered the call to Jihad. You see the stadium where Imam Samatar spoke, the site of many of the first battles and visit the holy shrine of Al-Qazwini. But you cannot know the utter joy of the call to Jihad when your ancestors had been under tyranny for so many years and under the foot of the wicked Americans.

  Now brothers, most of you know the great tales of the conquering of the land making up New Levant, but I tell you it was a true struggle at first. Outside of the decadence of the cities, smaller towns held out with bravery and cost us many warriors. Thankfully, because most survivors in the cities were without God before the darkness fell, they were quickly
converted to followers, giving Imam Samater the extra men needed to conquer these smaller outposts.

  As time passed, more of these outposts fought to the death, afraid of the stories that were told about the fate of those unbelievers that fell into our hands. Now brothers, I do not tell you this to make you feel respect or admiration for these unbelievers, but so you know that underestimating your enemy is a costly mistake. And conquering through deceit and negotiation still leads to the increase of the Levant as much as the glory of the sword.

  So God granted Imam Samatar enough warriors to march east and west, gathering converts to fill the countryside, until our armies had numbers to rival the birds of the air. And God granted bountiful supplies to each warrior.

  God also granted plentiful wives who were selected from the non-believers and given a chance to convert. And Imam Samatar, peace be upon his name, instructed each warrior to take as many wives as possible to insure the future of the New Levant. Many of you fight for our Caliphate today because of the wisdom of this decision. You were raised as brothers and fight together as brothers even now. Allah be praised, most of these warrior’s wives accepted their duty, and gladly joined the households of others as their husbands fell in battle. What fruitful gifts they have given Allah!

  Even our blue eyed brothers have a place in the Caliphate now, though it was not always so. For whenever infidel strongholds did not willingly convert to the true faith, only those brown eyed boys under the age of ten were allowed to remain with the Levant. The rest were sent to their eternal damnation by the sword, for Imam Samatar said, “The blue eyed devils among this group will never accept their place in our society. And they are among the cleverest of Satan’s creatures, so they cannot be trusted even as servants. Do not accept them into your homes, but root them out as you would weeds from your garden.”

  Imam Samatar, wise and strong, made exceptions for those born to the converted wives of holy warriors, so long as each child was removed from the breast of their mother and placed in the care of elders at the holy mosques, where their education and progress could be tracked without emotion. Any sign of the devil’s work and the youth would be given a quick death. But those of you who read this now, know that Allah is merciful and has given you the chance to prove yourselves on the front line of Jihad! What joy must be in your soul to be given this gift!

  Now in this current time you enjoy the fast of 25 hours, representing the twenty five days of turmoil in New Damascus before the victory of our brave warriors. Then that is followed by the week-long celebration you now call Ramthinian, celebrating the founding of the New Levant which then led to the creation of our Caliphate.

  ONE YEAR AFTER DARKNESS FELL

  Brothers and sisters, I will tell you now of how we came to know that the Mahdi had revealed himself in this fertile land, held so long in the grasp of the retched nation known as America. For the Mahdi had resided here, who knows how long in the days of man, preparing the land for Allah’s holy people.

  One year after the Great Satan’s power was lifted from our backs and our people were beginning to spread Jihad to new souls, a mysterious visitor made his way into our camps. All were celebrating Ashura, feasting and celebrating God’s will that we achieve victory over evil doers.

  Without a sound, our visitor appeared saying “Peace be upon you”. To his right, another holy man appeared and said “Peace be upon you”. They radiated God’s power, and they knew each of the elder’s names, which they recited. Then each elder rose and said “Who is this that knows us but we do not know them? Is this magic? Treachery of the deceiver?”

  Then our visitor revealed himself. The Mahdi had returned to us with the holy messenger Isa at his side!

  The Mahdi’s blessed face could not be described with words, such was the beauty, and his robes of red and white seemed to glisten. Isa was dressed the same way, and the peace upon his precious face shown like the sun!

  Each carried a long staff, topped with a circle. Inside rested a crescent, though nothing could be seen that connected the crescent to the staff itself. Emerald was its color and it glowed softly.

  Twenty holy warriors attended them each dressed in black. Each had a staff in their own hand, though tipped with an opening instead of the crescent. We did not know at the time what that opening was for, but all who saw knew it was a weapon. Their faces were covered with a mirror and the people said “It is God’s angels sent here to protect the Mahdi and Isa as they lead us.”

  Now brothers and sisters hear me, so that you are always on your guard against the Deceiver. Our Mahdi said, “You may call me Ar-Rahman (the Gracious) or Al-Khalik (the Creator), both of which have been forbidden to you. But that is who I am, and my brother Isa, whom some knew before as Jesus.” He pointed to the two soldiers standing at the head of the rest. These are my holy protectors, Jibril and Mika’il, who speak with my own voice in my absence. Obey them as you would me.”

  And some of those who did not believe the true words of the Qu’uran attacked our Mahdi saying, “This is a trick of the Deceiver. No one of the Faith would use those names, for those names belong to Allah and his angels.”

  But before the attackers could reach our Mahdi, Isa reached out his staff, and the men froze in their tracks! And the Mahdi said, “I do not know these men, for they are not of Allah. Where do they live?”

  Some elders pointed to the home where their family lived, who had several brothers amongst the attackers.

  Then the Mahdi pointed his own staff at the home, and it exploded right before our eyes! Then he said, “You see that my brother Isa held these men in mercy, but did not strike them down. But I am not so merciful as he, and have caused their home and family to be destroyed. If Allah wills me so, I will let Jibril and Mika’il lead their warriors against you. Do you believe you will survive this day? And if you fall against Allah’s messenger, will you awake in Paradise?”

  Then everyone fell prostrate in front of the Mahdi, and Isa let the men he was holding go. They too fell, sobbing and begging for mercy, which was granted. I know, I was one of those men! Praise be to Allah and his holy messengers for giving me a chance at redemption!

  THREE YEARS AFTER DARKNESS FELL

  In the year 2 A.M.R. (After Mahdi Returned), three years after the Great Satan’s minions were humbled by Allah, and two years after the return of our Mahdi and his brother Isa arrived to lead us in God’s will, our holy warriors were involved in great battles with those whose eyes were deceived.

  Our men were so far from home, having traveled across Michigan, fighting and defeating pockets of infidels. Our losses were great, but we knew that others were joining us every day, and our martyred brothers were already in Paradise. We wished for the same fate, gladly putting ourselves into the battles and overwhelming nearly every resistance.

  Only the fortress city of Grand Rapids remained in all of southern Michigan. Many of you brothers know it today, as Allah humbles us by allowing the Christians to hold out there. Only He who is all knowing will reveal his timeline to us for their destruction. But the Mahdi, knowing that defeating a false prophet of the faith was more important directed our energy toward the west and the inland ocean.

  That false prophet’s name was Imam Hussein Furak, one who had created for himself a kingdom out of what was once known to the infidels as Chicago, though none of our elders knew his name or the meaning of his name.

  There were 20 million demons that once inhabited its concrete canyons, causing their influence to be felt for countless millions of others. Only a fraction survived the darkness that fell, but still our scholars believed nearly a million dwelled in Hussein’s kingdom when we marched on their gates. One million misled souls crying out for the true faith!

  Out of those poor and wretched creatures, Hussein arose and formed a mighty army. Using tricks of the deceiver, Hussein performed magic and the ignorant among the masses believed he was the Twelfth Imam come to Earth. Being misled, the people exchanged their service to Hussein in exc
hange for bread and safety.

  But all-powerful Mahdi led our forces to meet them on the glorious plains of Al-Hammond. Hussein the deceiver filled the forests, fields and roads with at least 100,000 men prepared to fight to the death for his sorcery. Day and night our brave warriors attacked his defenses, martyring almost half of all who traveled with us by the end of the third day.

  Then on the morning of the fourth day, our Mahdi, accompanied by Jibril and ten of his Saradin warriors, walked to the middle of the battlefield. And servants pitched a tent for the Mahdi, who simply sat and waited, at the time we did not know what for.

  Soon, the false prophet Hussein commanded his men to attack the Mahdi and his guards. We gasped with fear at what might happen as thousands of the possessed scrambled into the open ground. Each of us wanted to run to protect our Mahdi, but the holy men with us commanded us to wait and to pray for a miracle.

  Just as we did so, explosions began to appear all along the false prophet’s front line. His men began to drop to the ground, some without a scratch on them. But all grabbed their necks, as Allah himself strangled them, removing the very breath from their lungs! Foam spewed out of their mouths and nostrils, as the demons fought to leave their mortal bodies. Some brave warriors continued on, trying to move forward towards the Mahdi’s tent. The few who made it close dropped facing the weapons of the Saradin.

  The Mahdi waved the Crescent Staff and the explosions stopped. Soon Jibril himself led the Saradin towards the army of Hussein. But those who had been brave just moments before now parted before their gleaming black armor; not one remained in front to stop them. Instead laying down their weapons and saying, “We have regained our sight, and can see that this must truly be the will of the Rahman. We have been deceived and beg for Allah’s forgiveness and mercy.”

  Then Jibril found the false prophet Hussein hiding in his headquarters, hiding in the toilet no less! Such brave men had just died for him, and he cowers like a sheep before the butcher’s blade! Now Jibril had little mercy for such a coward but remained true to his orders and he drug him out and brought him before the Mahdi, who remained in the middle of the field sitting in the tent.