Why are some Muslims,
Treated so bad?
People seem so happy,
But with us they are always mad.

I use to have an American friend,
She never let me down,
But one day I told her that I was a Muslim,
She ran to her home with a frown.

Muslims are being talked about,
Almost everywhere,
Name-calling here,
False statements there.

Don't they know?
The Meaning of Islam,
We'll show them & correct them,
As much as we can

Just yesterday, we were together, playing, and fighting over silly things,
candy sweets, lollipops, chewing gum, remote controls, and chicken wings.

Just yesterday, you were chasing me around the house because i read your secret diary,
you said we were noisy so you would always go away to study at the library.

Just yesterday, you stuck up for me, when i was getting bullied,
i remember you told me you'd always be here for me and to never get worried.

Just yesterday, you came home crying and tried to take your own life,
i remember the tears running down from your eyes, and the blood on the knife.

Just yesterday, we were happy, and then you started changing because of your stupid friends,
i remember finding drugs in your room, i remember you said, "don't tell mum,lets just pretend."

Just yesterday, you ran away from home, because mum and dad tried to get you engaged to someone back home,
they thought getting married would help you, and to maybe stop you being alone.

Just yesterday, i saw you standing on a corner late at night,
and when i tried to approach you,you jumped into a strange mans car after he flashed his light,

Just yesterday, we got a phone call from the police,
saying your body has been found, come identify her please.

Just yesterday, we were a happy family, who would always stand together through rough times,
Now i sit here blaming myself, i should have helped you, why did i not read the signs?

Just yesterday, i visited your grave,
i put out my hands and made a prayer,

and asked Allah not to let another brother, lose his sister like i lost you, and be left in this constant despair.

In this life we have a great job to do;
It is a trial for us and we're just passing through.

The Holy Qur'an will always be our Guide:
It is ALLAH's Final Revelation that we must abide.

We constantly combat wrong and strive for Right...
We're champions of  the oppressed, in a worldwide fight!

Working together to establish our place;
Falsehood, ignorance, and poverty we will erase!

Let us build model communities throughout the land...
Our descendants will know we followed ALLAH's Command.

We will produce from ALLAH's Earth our material share:
Don't give us things such as food stamps and welfare!

Our Islamic communities will produce everything we need...
May ALLAH bless us with faith, patience, and perseverance to succeed!

Mother, they have come to tear my flesh
and weld it to the city walls. The mangonels
have rocked my base and seared the sanctuary
with their fires. Until all collapsed,
yet I restored the stones, placed
the Hijr of Ismail inside the Kaaba
to make it whole. Am I the end
of Saqifat Bani Saad, the Shurah Pledge?

Dead cattle do not feel the skinner's knife
and I will grind my teeth to powder,
bear the stretch and fray of nerves
before the mallet's blow. Withstand
the splinter of ganglions in my sinews
and forbid my sweat to temper
the blood, that seeps across the nails,
hammered through each hand.

Am I the end of Saqifat Bani Saad?
I'll save my breath for one more prayer,
yet even as I exhale, Hajaj has brought his axe
and forced the Hijr outside the House.
From King's son to King's son!
Where are the people's voices,
where is the Shurah Pledge?
The Kaaba crumbles! Cement its crippled walls,
secure the Hijr of Ismail,
bring back the Pledge!

Life has really changed.
Gone are the days
Where people used to say
'Aww your face is so sweet and smooth'.  

Gone are the days
Where it took ages,
To shape my sideburns
And shave all the facial hair.
 
Gone are the days
Of beauty, charm and attraction
As the beard is now,
A symbol of terrorism and backwardness.   

People see me now,
As something strange and weird.
My relatives often make fun of me,
By asking who broke your heart?   

My distant friends ask me,
Did you join any terrorist camp?
My close friends at times make fun of me
'Hey man, blades are very cheap nowadays'   

Women often ask me,
Why don't you shave that ugly beard
And be like a charming superstar?
You look boring!   

I feel sorry for my sisters
As their minds are now totally corrupted
Inside the web of clean-shaved star icons,
As they're the new age 'trend setters'.

But very few know
That I follow a superstar.
His name is Muhammed,
The forgotten hero.   

And I have no regrets
As he has taught me,
'This world is prison for a believer
And paradise for a non-believer.'   

So wake up, O muslim youth!
Remember our heroes, The Prophets and the Sahabahs
Remember, this world is a testing place
And don't let your senses to deceive you.   

So be proud to imitate,
The Prophetic style
For he has commanded us,
'Grow your beards and trim your moustaches'.   

And he who loves his Sunnah,
Has indeed loved him.
And he who loves him,
Will be with him in Paradise !