I'm so happy
I get angry
Living in a stuble
My ears are up in the sky
This war against terror
Flooding my ears and eyes
I want to be drowned
With Godly things, divine and fine
Where are the brothers,
Who will hug for Allah?
Where are the soldiers that walked along her?
Making her a queen although her name was unknown
It doesn't matter what day or creed
It should not matter what color or hairstyle
The heart needs the fuel
To burn in His Love
So make sajda
Like it's the last hour
Cry your soul
Like you will leave forever!
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