When one of you dies,
We hear a thousand of you cry,
When one of our's dies,
We get no reason to why.

Why is there no justice,
For when our children loose their lives,
Why is there so much ruckus,
When it is only freedom for what we strive,

Oh you who live in the holyland,
I ask for only peace,
Is it that difficult to understand,
I want the fighting to cease?

Oh Allah,
Please protect Fillasteen,
Oh Allah,
Please unite the one true deen,
Ameeen.

Before something must be free,
Before the chains must be broken,
Do not let your self be a slave of this world,
This world full of evil we live in,

This land was lost in ourlifetime,
But like Sala ud Din and warriors of the past,
Freeing this holy spot,
Is our duty and task,

Before you pick up a rock,
Before you search for your part,
Before you even think of freeing the Dome of the Rock,
You must free it in your heart.

Could have been born a sultan, could have been born a slave
But here I am with no kingdom, no clay master bound to enslaved
Did not ask to be but blessed here I am
Squinting at the sun soon to return to sand

Beneath naked trees contemplating the master plan
Praying I can live up to my creators selected demands
I can sense the end is near
As I marvel at the pagans with no fear
To me it seems all so clear
Yet so many opposed to what I revere
To be sacred
So much hatred
There is a reason why I presently can't escape it
Will I have to be saved from it?

Bathing in my own rage
As the deceivers take center stage
Parading in fallacious masquerades
Striving not to regress to my old ways
In these last night, in these last days
Bestowing upon me mercy and lacing me with pain
To remind me of my purpose beyond riches, women and fame
That over my soul no man, beast or jinn has power to rein
Save only the One, the Dominant, Sender of the shame
Who expels every single drop of refreshing rain
Patron of the sustenance from which you sustain
Did not have to be but temporarily here able to remain
Able to complain
Able to blame
Able to gorge and able to refrain

Time and space, merely the parchment
Earth and spirit, are only words
Though human being made with both hands,
The art of sculpting ink, into a verse

Was the night made for the moon? or the moon made for the night?

Imagine how dark life would be if we were never given sight?
Yet we act so blind to all the signs and we fail to see the light,
Constantly pushed towards the wrong, how will we ever do right?
Do people not reflect when they see day change into night?

So was the sun made for the moon or the moon made for the sun?

Every day from place to place we run,
Like we are so busy for everything which matters, but not when its time for fun,
Do you think the birds ever forget to sing in the day?
So how is it that we forget to pray?
And does the sun ever forget to rise?
Tell me have we not gone blind?

So were our eyes made for the world's beauty? Or the worlds beauty made for our eyes?

How is it that we somehow mistake this world for paradise?
We only see what is apparent to our eyes,
Not that which lies beneath, tell me what do we despise?

So was the world made for the creatures? Or the creatures for the world?

Tilted on its axis, everyday day does the earth not swirl?
Who keeps the clouds high in the sky? And gravity which stops us rise?
Who maintains this precision in the universe And does not let planets collide?
Why are we so ashamed and afraid to mention his name why do we hide?

So was paradise made for the people? Or the people made for paradise?

Why is it that inside our souls cry,
To return to that same place where we were given life,
Why is it through only his remembrance do our hearts find rest.

So were questions made for answers? or answers made for questions?
Whatever the question or answer may be it is only he who knows best.