I give you my son for protection of this land,
I give you my beloved, in His mercy's hands..
I pray for you that you stand fast and strong,
that you won't allow for your land, any evil or wrong..
that you my dear will show every one,
that you belong to a nation of the rising sun..
that the land you belong, belongs to the brave..
In dying for their country, who never hesitate..
the land of love, the land of faith,
the castle of Islam, here lived the great..
I pray my son, for you, every moment..
that you live for your country, for it you embrace death..

Je deteste pas le monde, ni les personnes
Quand je regarde la vie, je pense de Dieu
Il sait pourquoi, et je ne sais pas
Alors, mon debut est avec Il. Et ma fin est avec Il.
Et toujours, je tourne une nouvelle page

A woman is reduced to the ***** of her curves

to the dimensions of her ****** features

but whoever dares calculate those

should be assigned a paper big enough,

a mind smart enough,

to help them figure out the boundless extent

of the vastness of the paradise that lies under her feet.

I can feel your
enemy eyes gazing down on me
with that fake friendly smile
as you distress and shake your head
at the way I dress

I can feel your
hateful words slap my cheeks
as you complain about the
way our sisters are sheep
to the west

I can feel your utmost
disgust as you utter
astaghfirullah as if I am
not worthy to be part of
the ummah

Yet I can feel the way
Allah is gentle and forgiving
as I prostrate
and cry for his mercy

He never lets me down
even though my brothers and sisters
may have