In this world of havoc and chaos, I may live and strive
As an ummah, this deen we shall revive.
Sisters in Haijaabs, brothers in thobes
We're human, not mind controlled probes.
It's my religion, my deen I represent
Walking on the edge, with words of hate, my fate Allah's sent
Women as seen before
not giving in to steam breathing kuffar who roar.
To my destination I don't stand far
In a black sky shines that one star
Our heads down in humility, raising our hands to the sky with sincerity
Proud of my brethren, our religion's past and present
Umar Al-Khattab to Ali ibn Talib
Fighting for our deen, rising together as a star and crescent.
Queens of Islam forever
Fatimah Zahra - her modest endeavor
It's the time to rise out of our shell
Raised was our deen with every empire that fell.
Haq- The truth shall forever reveal
This life's not a dream, but a pact - eternal seal

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