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No man is better than another because of
The color of his skin ... The Pleasure of
Allah is what the believer seeks to win.
Actions, deeds and conscious behavior are
The things by which we will be judged,
Obedience to Allah is how we show our love.

Our ancestors were ingenious builders
In the Lands of Egypt, Kush, Nubia, Mali,
Ghana and the Empire of Songhai.
But, like created entities they lived and
Eventually they died.

I am no teacher ... not by any imaginary
Stretch ...just a poor lowly Muslim brother
Trying to do my best.
Attempting to get my life in order
And past all Earthly test.

Trying to make it through the gardens gate
I acknowledge that our ancestors were
Ingenious builders of civilizations
But only Allah is Great.

We marvel at the glorious Empires of
Africa's past; but there is much work ahead
If we are to carry out our mission
Accomplishing future task.

African identity, education, skills, desire, iron
Will and determination to instill a continuation
And a MOVEMENT to rebuild ...
MOTHER AFRICA.

A telling of a new story that speaks
To future glory by the children of
The Diaspora.

We are who we are and we must be who we be,
Pan African Muslims joining hands across the sea
In an Revivalist Movement of Islamic Unity.

No man is better than another because of
The color of his skin, the Pleasure of
Allah is what the believer seeks to win.
Actions, deeds and conscious behavior are
The things by which we will be judged …
Obedience to Allah is how we show our love.

We love Allah, Islam and Muhammad (SAWS) more
Than we love anything in creation including
Our people. We love truth and justice and believe
That only through Islam can true justice be establish
Throughout the land of Africa and beyond.

We acknowledge our ancestry but we do not worship
Our ancestors, we only worship Allah. Allah is one
Without partner or peer. This we will defend be it
Far or near.

Be wary of the Arch deceiver, be wary of the arch
Thief ... we love our people but we hate
The Shayateen because they beckon to unbelief.

By,

Abu Lateef

©2008





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