Left myself behind for Thy sake
Modify me through soul's remake

O' Lord! can't be more of a betrayer
Still though, I yearn for a divine remake

My heart is in Makkah
My heart is in Makkah!

Eyes can't bear watching, but none bothers
I ask for protection, for me and my brothers

Extreme suffering, such a cruel massacre
I ask for Jannah, for me and my brothers

Over our heads have we turned ******* n waste
I ask for purification, for me and my brothers

None cares for the sufferers as though not human
I ask Thy attention, for me and my brothers

My heart is in Palestine
My heart is in Palestine!

I plea to be bathed in the divine henna
In the home of the Prophet, madina madina

In the land of peace, make me offer a prayer
For me, my fellows, in the heart of madina

Revive once again the brotherhood amongst us
Like them ansaris and muhajirs of madina

Can't wait but for a chance or an opportunity
Offering myself forth, take me to madina

My heart is in Madina
My heart is in Madina!

The owner gave the dog
Some funky cold madina
He licked it all up
Then got a ****** with his weener.
The dog suckled on his ****
He is ***** as ****
Ran out of the house
And nearly got hit by a truck.
He saw a nice poodle
The dog wanted to **** her bad
When he got behind her
He realized the poodle was a ***.
So he jumps off the *****
And runs around the block
Hoping to find a lady
So he can release what's in his ****.
While flying around the corner
He collides with Mary Jane
She's the local ******
Her ***** is game.
As her head hits the ground
She died on impact
The dog looked at her
And ****** her from the back.
Bang Bang Bang
In and out he goes
Barks like a maniac
As his **** explodes.
He pulls it out slow and steady
Then came a scooter
And squashes the dog like spaghetti.

(c) Tommy K

Let a life of peace and contentment be my faith
May my ship never sink even in troubled waters
Let this be my faith.

It's not that heaven would not to be acceptable to me, but
O Writer of Destinies, let Madina be my faith.

O King of holy sanctuary
Bless us with your merciful gaze
So that our days of woe may turn for the better
O patron of the poor, what would the world say.
If we return empty-handed from your door?

We have no one to call our own, we are stricken with grief
We come and cry for justice at your door.
Please spare us as a merciful glance,
Or we will die at your threshold, crying your name.

Come dovoted lovers, let's go to Madina
Let's go and drink from the hand of Cupbearer of Kausar
Keep in mind that,
If he looks up but once
All the wine cups that are empty will become filled!

In the fear of storm, and dread of lightning
Our distress is severe, master, to whom should we turn?
If we would not trouble to see how we fare
Our afflictions would surely **** us.

Yours is the hand all the helpless and hopeless grasp
I am sinner, feeble and helpless
Friendless and destiture, and you
Are the only one who cares for me.

O musk-willow, scattering fragrance
O sweet breeze of early morning
O you who cures ill
O you the breath of God
O consoler of grief-stricken
O auspicious messenger

I beg you in the name of same fragrance
O morning breeze, if you go
To the scared land someday
Present my greetings at the blessed grave
Where the revered Prophets rests

O patron of the poor, what would the world say
If we return empty-handed from your door?