Your people called her a slave
Are we not all slaves to God
No matter
The career
Are we not alone here
To earn halal and sweat for the taxman
To sweat for our families to earn halal wages and call ourselves a real man
Even if we are a feminine
Working hard taps us into the masculine
We feel for our men
We cry for our fathers and pray for those who left the den
Which is dunya and pray for their jennah to be high
So no matter the career
Fighting, working hard we'll always be here
Call us names because we want to be called a slave
We are slaves to the al mighty and then we rest in a cave
After the Qabar we all go to be questioned and let's hope you call people slaves for the right reason
Ot you then come out that cave and Listen to Voice of Justice and reason