Abu Khurayra Al-Kazakh

The first time I saw his face, I said "beautiful". The second time, I read the writing on the photo "A young soldier from Khazakhstan who fought with the muhajirin wal jihad anshar in Syria. And has now martyr (Inshaa Allah)". At that time I was cried. Dunno why.

He was 19. Maybe a little more or less. From the very  first day, he was at home in the group, as if he had a reserved spot here. He was one of those who, as well as his youth, possessed an innate charm.

Watching his behavior and listening to him to speak, it was impossible to imagine that you could ever argue with him. Merry, witty, he willingly got into conversation with his comrades, into discussions, but somehow gently and respectfully, without straining himself or his companions.

He practically said nothing about himself, as is common among the majority of Mujahideen.

One of the older Mujahideen would josh around with him:

"Now then, son of Kazakh steppes, let's have your name. You want me to make three guesses what they call you? You're Zhumabay. No? Well, that means you're Tuligen or Serik".
"No", he would say with a smile. "My name is Abu Khureyra."

That's all we know about him. A short life, but he left a life long, bright trace in the hearts of his comrade Mujahideen.