PeaceCharity
06-04-02, 04:23 AM
"SHE WHISPERS.."
Many-a things in life
amount to nothing but strife..
Our day to day routine
we know Allah has seen...
But, a Mother wakes up and declares
"la ilaha ilallah"
Her heart, with love for Allah, it flares...
She peeks in her children's eyes...
only to see the thunderous skies
Of machines--
destroying dreams,
Of Gray flying monsters that bomb
With the red, the white & the blue -- its drum
But in this morning wee hours
Prayers to Allah subhana wa ta'ala towers
Over a mother's beating heart
for her children, she never wishes to part..
unless it be a condition
to follow the footsteps of a Muslim Mother's Mission...
To pitch a tent
at the battle's outstretched end..
With her sons prime in their youth...
She says "Oh! My sons! Fight for the truth!"
"This is the day, I have raised you for...
With 'La ilaha ilallah' , knock on jannah's door..
We are here Oh! Allah! at your service...
Take us as martyrs --
For Your sake Oh! Allah we shun the world's gait
Sacrificing-- for your law to dominate...
Crush the chains that hold our brothers and sisters,
for no longer can we watch falsehood's killers...
shed the sacred Muslim blood..."
Her sons march into the battlecry's end..
They shout, "Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar! la ilaha ilallah!."
She whispers..
"By Allah's will, we will see each other again..."
Many-a things in life
amount to nothing but strife..
Our day to day routine
we know Allah has seen...
But, a Mother wakes up and declares
"la ilaha ilallah"
Her heart, with love for Allah, it flares...
She peeks in her children's eyes...
only to see the thunderous skies
Of machines--
destroying dreams,
Of Gray flying monsters that bomb
With the red, the white & the blue -- its drum
But in this morning wee hours
Prayers to Allah subhana wa ta'ala towers
Over a mother's beating heart
for her children, she never wishes to part..
unless it be a condition
to follow the footsteps of a Muslim Mother's Mission...
To pitch a tent
at the battle's outstretched end..
With her sons prime in their youth...
She says "Oh! My sons! Fight for the truth!"
"This is the day, I have raised you for...
With 'La ilaha ilallah' , knock on jannah's door..
We are here Oh! Allah! at your service...
Take us as martyrs --
For Your sake Oh! Allah we shun the world's gait
Sacrificing-- for your law to dominate...
Crush the chains that hold our brothers and sisters,
for no longer can we watch falsehood's killers...
shed the sacred Muslim blood..."
Her sons march into the battlecry's end..
They shout, "Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar! la ilaha ilallah!."
She whispers..
"By Allah's will, we will see each other again..."