You never really know how strong you are until you're alone,
crying and forced to pick yourself up off the floor.
That is when you can truly see how big your emotional muscles are
and I promise
they are bigger than you ever thought possible.

War, the battle calls my name
Consuming eternal flame
Kuffar where is your shame
By the Mujahideen you will be slain

Mujahid! Mujahid!
Dar al-Harab cannot rest
For Allah and the martyrs
The Ummah cannot be deserted

Paradise
i am not worthy, how can any man be
Praise be to Allah for offering
i am not worthy, how can I be
who is worthy of His promise
we are only
able to give to the Cause
am I worthy ?

True men
are made by Allah, and are raised
by true women who teach boys
to be strong, be fearless, be a man
True men want to find a true woman
to thank
for what their mothers taught.

~~
Then went out of the way
Address not found
Didn't and couldn't be called
want to reach you

I came across a horizon
Evening came down
Heard, you exist behind the sun
Not to fear cause you made
In the dark,
Anyone can't see you
Even not me too

However I wish
I will get
Dark come down as your rules
Find you
Find the road
Randomly
Restlessly

Am I in the same place
Or moving towards any of the
I close my eyes in the dark
Thought I'm black
I have mixed up the dark

Open my eyes and can't see myself
My weight is decreased
Going up into the air
Increasing the speed, have felt cool
Where am I going
Heard something vague
Slowly
More speed increases
I see a mystic haze
I go to the land of conscious to the unconscious

But I can't understand
My chest is open
Is to operate on me
Putting something else on the heart
Sent back to conscious

Yet I have not seen
But hear you!
See the haze again,
In the Songs of dark!
~~

Her heart was full of bookmarks
From those who had once loved her pages,
But not enough to finish what they had started.

Take from me this darkened Sky
lead me to the promised land
Clouds darken the sky

clouds darken the sky
The stars fall to the horizon
You call from the sky but i cannot find my way
defend me against those who bruise my heel and strike my head
Oh Allah, against thee no one can prevail

You are the cause of your own suffering*
I tell myself everyday,
but I still bathe in silt and shame.
Rinse. Recycle. Repeat.

I tell myself everyday
how mundane it is to be redundant:
Rinse. Recycle. Repeat.
Everybody that looks at me sees

how mundane it is to be redundant.
You only get one masterpiece;
everybody that looks at me sees
that's not a rainbow, it's an oil spill.

You only get one masterpiece,
but I still bathe in silt and shame -
that's not a rainbow, it's an oil spill.
You are the cause of your own suffering.