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The Cry for Prayer

Stay quiet Mama,
I fear they can hear us Mama
The Adhaan is finishing

And Iblees is smiling
For his army is walking
His army is thriving.

Our family is divided
From this life to the next
Our brothers are martyred
Our children are slaughtered.
Houla is the city of red
Covered in murder and silenced by threat.

Can the ummah hear us,
Or have they gone deaf?
To the cries of our mothers
To the bodies lying dead.

But we must go Mama
To the corner of our room 
Make wudhu and put on the perfume
Forget this world and make sujood
Prostrate to the One that ends this blasphemy
For Assad’s army will find no safety
In this bloodshed they call ‘Victory’
And if we die in this state,
Know that it’s your love that kept me awake.

Oh no Mama, I hear the soldiers!
Hurry, stand next to me,
Shoulder by shoulder
This Salaah will be our armor
From the gunshots I hear around the corner
Allaahu Akbar, we raise our hands

Allaahu Akbar, victory is where we stand!

—A Slave of Allaah

Hadeeth Newsflash

Reported by K`ab bin Malik (RA): Messenger of Allah (peace be upon him) said, "Two hungry wolves sent in the midst of a flock of sheep are no more destructive to them than a man's greed for wealth and fame is to his Deen.'' [At-Tirmidhi]

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