Al-Mujaddidah
13-01-06, 09:45 AM
I Will Live With Honour
by Sheikh Muhammad Abdullah Al Habdaan
Imam of Al Izz bin Abdus Salam Mosque, Riyadh, Arabian
Peninsula
I will live with honour my friends
And I will always pulverise the people of hypocrisy
I will continue on my path towards glory
Even if the enemies cut my hands and legs
I will continue towards martyrdom in firmness
For I and Death are in a race
And my passing away will not end the War against Disbelief
For the Religion of Allah is protected and everlasting
So O those who know me, do not say
Why did you lead yourself to strangulation?
For I am a believer with high ambitions
And I am not pleased with humiliation or disgrace
And my ultimate goal is pleasing my Lord
And achieving Success in the topmost of my goals
And my highest wish is to continue towards Eternity
For I long for the Paradise Maidens
So O my Father if you could see my state
And they have placed shackles upon my shoulders
And they have bound my hands with the steel of oppression
And they have bowed my head like an invalid
And they have removed my clothing for no sin
And they have marched me whilst tears were in my eyes
And the whips of treachery have exacted from me
So I became prey beneath the feet of the predator
And you saw me whilst the blood of my face
Was flowing with the hands of skillful politicians
So do not be sad, O my father, for I
Seek protection with my Creator since to him belongs my end
And what can the enemies do?
Since Allah is for Islam a Preserver
So if they spilt my blood everyday
And they placed barriers between me and my brothers
And if they made my life hell
And the universe became black like eternal darkness
And if they prevented the air from reaching my nose
And if they placed my veins on the noose
And if they poured flames of molten brass
Upon my body like cool water to my skin
Then they will never reach, O my father,
To my heart and they will never bend my determination
I will remain defiant, for my provision is my Book,
And the words of the Chosen Prophet, in them is my inspiration
I will remain, my father, an impregnable fortress
I will remain lofty in the sky of glory
And soon I will revive the days that have passed, into the memories of
Salahudeen and the rest of the lions
And soon will come a day in which will feel misery
The tyrants and the heads of hypocrisy
The people taste worry through desires
And some of them will burn by fire
But I live pure of heart
I taste, through my dignity, the sweetest of tastes
by Sheikh Muhammad Abdullah Al Habdaan
Imam of Al Izz bin Abdus Salam Mosque, Riyadh, Arabian
Peninsula
I will live with honour my friends
And I will always pulverise the people of hypocrisy
I will continue on my path towards glory
Even if the enemies cut my hands and legs
I will continue towards martyrdom in firmness
For I and Death are in a race
And my passing away will not end the War against Disbelief
For the Religion of Allah is protected and everlasting
So O those who know me, do not say
Why did you lead yourself to strangulation?
For I am a believer with high ambitions
And I am not pleased with humiliation or disgrace
And my ultimate goal is pleasing my Lord
And achieving Success in the topmost of my goals
And my highest wish is to continue towards Eternity
For I long for the Paradise Maidens
So O my Father if you could see my state
And they have placed shackles upon my shoulders
And they have bound my hands with the steel of oppression
And they have bowed my head like an invalid
And they have removed my clothing for no sin
And they have marched me whilst tears were in my eyes
And the whips of treachery have exacted from me
So I became prey beneath the feet of the predator
And you saw me whilst the blood of my face
Was flowing with the hands of skillful politicians
So do not be sad, O my father, for I
Seek protection with my Creator since to him belongs my end
And what can the enemies do?
Since Allah is for Islam a Preserver
So if they spilt my blood everyday
And they placed barriers between me and my brothers
And if they made my life hell
And the universe became black like eternal darkness
And if they prevented the air from reaching my nose
And if they placed my veins on the noose
And if they poured flames of molten brass
Upon my body like cool water to my skin
Then they will never reach, O my father,
To my heart and they will never bend my determination
I will remain defiant, for my provision is my Book,
And the words of the Chosen Prophet, in them is my inspiration
I will remain, my father, an impregnable fortress
I will remain lofty in the sky of glory
And soon I will revive the days that have passed, into the memories of
Salahudeen and the rest of the lions
And soon will come a day in which will feel misery
The tyrants and the heads of hypocrisy
The people taste worry through desires
And some of them will burn by fire
But I live pure of heart
I taste, through my dignity, the sweetest of tastes