The state of the Ummah distresses me-
Nationality, Supremacy.
Our Birth of a Nation:
Arab vs. South Asian.
Whats the need of division?
Look past the man made partitions.
For who stands to be victorious,
When the world thinks us notorious?
Be it the men or the gentiles,
We're a clutter of beautiful tiles,
Unable to form the mosaic.

Madhabs are used to guide
Not the source to divide.
I always cried,
When Sunnis, Shias killed each other
During the Jumuah prayer.
Imagine a husband, a child
Intentionally exiled
Off the face of the Earth.
A part of my Ummah,
Dying while in Sajdah,
At the hands of a man
Who too, recites the kalimah.

Read a hadith or the Prophet's (pbuh) last speech.
Did he not teach? Did he not teach?
Or did you not learn?
We didn't learn.
Don't you see my brother?
We kill one another,
Yet complain when a third party bothers
To do the same.
What makes us different from those non Muslims we blame?
Hypocrisy comes in all our names.

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