all of these random facts,
merely an internet acts.
"nothing rhyme with orange",
so you never feel derange?
"and what about silver",
none that makes you shiver?
"then it must be rhythm",
clearly you have no freedom.
"positively its purple",
please make it triple.
though there are words with no rhyme,
let's create something worth the time.

God, I'm saying a prayer
for those in pain,
for those who grieve
and those in chains.
I'm asking for mercy
for the innocents who've
died by the scores
and for those far away from home,
fighting a war.
Please help the homeless
whose beds are made of stone,
those out of work,
and those who are alone.
Ease the suffering of
the victims
that no one can hear,
the battered wives and children
who're drowning in tears.
Wrap your loving arms around
the aged, ill, and meek.
Give strength and hope
to the suffering and we

Rich and poor standing shoulder-to-shoulder,
disciplined, synchronized postures of beholders.
Overwhelmed with thankfulness and gratitude,
men in rows with humbled attitude.
In-front of Allah their sins they confess
so that they return favored and blessed.

Muhammad(PBUH) ke naam se tum kyun na jhum jao
Muhammad(PBUH) ko choro to khuda ko na pao

khayalo'n ki kashti ka koi nakhuda nahi hota.
khwabo'n ke samandar mei'n kinara nahi hota.
kashti ko samandar me kinara miljayae.
Jo meri roshnaai ko kagaz ka sahara miljayae.

Magrib mein hai
ilm o daulat ka fauwara
Ummat hai rakh mein
dhoondoo'n koi angara
Dastarkhwan pe saja hai
dushman ka niwala
Bojh hai maazi, jaise
andhera uthaye hai ujala
Iblees khada hai lekar
teri barbaadi ka samaan
Barso'n se pada hai
thaakh per Quran

In the streets of Mecca
and Medina I pray I get lost.
Searching my way whole
day in heat I will exhaust.

Who knows after being
much tossed and shoved.
I may find the stepped paths
of my Mustafa beloved.

I'll garland and decorate those
paths with flowers nice;
As those will be paths of
success leading to paradise.__

Dearest friend,
Where have you gone?
What has happened to you? What has been done?
Once an elegant flower, you seem to be losing your petals.
And I will not rest until your troubles are settled.
Through the fire, you walked by my side.
Now it is my turn to save your hide.
Misery has taken you under its wing. But, I am taking you back.
For now misery shall have us both, for I cannot bear to see your life slack.
I love you as though you were my blood, and I mean that by heart.
And for you, I will fight until I am torn apart.
So please, dear friend, I beg you now, do not hide, inform me about your troubles.
For I will help you solve them, and if I can't, if it just hurts too bad.
Then by your side I will cry as we wait for time to pass.