A win will make a wing
Hope has flee
Everything has gone awry
But you have that flair
Why not foil that evil thought and get the good to bear.
And follow the Quran as your beacon
To win and get a wing
To think that I have wept for the fourteen hundred years
That have passed between the time of the Messenger and I
Yet spent my night in play while he in longing tears
Lord guide me by his piety before I too should die.
WHEN THE ANGEL COMES A CALLING
Do you feel an Angel
Touching you, tapping your stooping shoulders
Tugging at your meek heart
Do you see an Angel
Watching you
Staring into your bleary eyes
Do you hear an Angel
Wispering words of wisdom
You stroll with a strong build now and then
Protecting us Muslim women and kin
Going out making the way for us
Showing us to be Muslim at our best
Strong and dedicated
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