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By 786soul, on 25-08-2003 15:02

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Her silky, long hair rests upon her pillow as a
single tear glides down her cheek.
She curls up ever so tightly, Shes just a
child lost and weak.

Confused by the hate which surrounds
her each day
Wondering when Allah will answer the
prayers that she prays.

Yesterday it was my daddy and today
it was my brother.
Who will you take next? All I have
left is my mother.

The sounds of the guns are getting
closer once again.
Who will you take this time to
join you in heaven?

Oh Allah stop them from banging
on my door !
We dont have very much left
we are so poor.

Oh Allah stop these men from
pointing their guns !
I just want to chase the butterflies
and have a little fun. .....

She runs to her child who lays lifeless
in the mud.
Wiping her face now splattered
with blood.

She cradles her tightly and lets
out a shrieking wail ....
Oh Allah, Oh Allah she was just a
child so weak, so frail.

La illaha ill-Allah
Muhammed an-Rasullulah

These are the words which
I live by.
And these are the words
with which I die.

Her silky long hair now rests
upon HIS hands.
Shes joined her daddy and brother in
Allahs land.

She no longer wonders when HEll
answer her prayers.
Shes chasing the butterflies and
hasnt any cares.

Soon will come the day when her
family will be one.
Her mother will join them too
when she faces the gun.

Oh Allah, Oh Allah my prayers have
finally come true.
My father, my brother, my mother
and I are with you !

YOU did not forget, nor did
you ignore.
YOU answered my prayers each time
they banged on our door.

We are all together and
happy once again.
Oh Thank you Allah for
sending those men.

No longer do I worry bout
my father or brother.
No longer do I worry bout
the tears of my mother.

No longer do I hear the guns
which they bring.
No longer do I cry for your
angels to sing.

Al humdulillah, Masha Allah, La
illaha ill-Allah
Subhan Allah, Bismilah, All
Praises to Allah

Frances Kalender
02/22/03



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