A strong wind blew from the (cellar, underground) (And) it blew away my poems Dusty winds and heavy clouds are calling over and over Is there any salvation? An evil planned behind you aims to destroy you my ummah I swear by the Lord of the heavens Oh my ummah listen carefully Because everything looks vague Their bombs are thrown like poisons over us And we have no sincere and honest friend My son was shot at Bullets harvest (in cold blood) With no one to comfort or console me Oh my kind father they stabbed you just as one drinks a sip of water (with no emotion; cold heart) Tuba (a tree in Jannah) is your home where theres no misery Oh my mother stop crying, your religion is rising up And everything else will go to vain And (since) my honor was violated Im beseeching (my) Lord, who will answer my Dua Oh my (young) child, the sound of pride is torn Everyone is (busy) singing melodies (songs) Layla is shouting unto you: your dignity is desecrated oh morons! My tongue is fine but my heart is wounded And my eyes have become like a mouth of water pitcher I mourn for long with no cure For my folks turn into birds (i.e. martyrs) My tongue is fine but my heart is wounded And my eyes have become like a mouth of water pitcher I mourn for long with no cure For my folks turn into birds (i.e. martyrs) Are there any solutions to get our rights back? Wheres the resistance? Wheres the pride? While we are sleeping like the people of the cave The trial may come (to us) in a sudden Im asking Allah to end this suffering And send down His soldiers (Angles) As (many) as rain drops To raise the Quran up and wane other (books) And to grant victory to the soldiers Who insist in their Dua youtube/watch?v=xxWo9UO4B3A
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 20:12:04 +0000