| By r4gingbull,
on 17-11-2004 20:59
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How do I concur my passions and lift my soul to be free?
How is my life going to help save me?
In this world alone I stand with hands high, asking my Creator to have mercy when I die.
A life yearning to live right, can only have faith when believers are in sight...
Can we dream of days to live with another, to join hand and love each sister and each brother?
Alone we have only hope for our selves, but our children and future grow from somebody else.
Who teaches Islam when our night extends forever? And our souls return and we are no longer together?
We must stand in humility and learn from those who teach, and carry on our lives to others who seek.
Knowledge of Allah saves the souls of our children, and implementing this knowledge will save our Ummah from ruin.
Who fights for us? Allah is The All Mighty! Each mountain will crumble in His Presence with pure piety.
We laugh at our learned and search those who are brave.
But the pen is mightier than the sword, and can save.
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