I thought I’d let you know, how far believers are prepared to go.
So here’s a story
Once upon a time ago…
A young man lived, praying five times a day.
From his lord he never did stray.
Repented to almighty one hundred times a day or more, believed in Islam right from his heart, his lord did he adore.
Managed to guide disbelievers back, even if it meant in the process he’d be attacked.
‘Oh lord guide me to united brothers’ he’d say.
Shoulder to shoulder, and brother to brother, did the message pass onto another.
‘Believe in the almighty, the holy book, and the signs’ said the faithful slave.
‘Its people like you and I, to god are hearts we gave’.
He lived to be a wise old man, passing on knowledge on Islam to the new clan,
Telling them to stand up to disbelievers, as it is they that will be grievers on the final day, which places judgments.
So here’s a story
Once upon a time ago…
A young man lived, praying five times a day.
From his lord he never did stray.
Repented to almighty one hundred times a day or more, believed in Islam right from his heart, his lord did he adore.
Managed to guide disbelievers back, even if it meant in the process he’d be attacked.
‘Oh lord guide me to united brothers’ he’d say.
Shoulder to shoulder, and brother to brother, did the message pass onto another.
‘Believe in the almighty, the holy book, and the signs’ said the faithful slave.
‘Its people like you and I, to god are hearts we gave’.
He lived to be a wise old man, passing on knowledge on Islam to the new clan,
Telling them to stand up to disbelievers, as it is they that will be grievers on the final day, which places judgments.