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As the hands tick upon the clock,
With every day we’re growing older Akh.
Remember the Jummahs ... when we were
Young ... walking from West Philly to
North just for fun?
Hoping to drop sins ... O, how we would smile,
Oil down then walk the 5 miles.
Do you remember how we would don our finest duds,
Turbans wrapped our heads as we thickerd with
beads in hand?
Following the Imam as the Salaat was lead
Marks of the Sujud ... upon our forheads.
Remember Tabligh on Friday nights ... With our man,
Tariq Abdus Salaam?
Brothers not of the same blood,
Still, showing much care and love.
Taking an oath to spend our wealth and property,
Pledging our fealty, giving our life if need be!
Soldiers of social justice doing battle with the beast
Eyes opened, heads bowed prayerfully facing
Towards the East.
Being dutiful towards our Lord ... steadfastly humble
Armed with truth and ready to rumble.
To all social strata and classes
Giving dawah to the masses.
As the hands tick upon the clock,
With every day we’re growing older Akh.
We know not what will happen tomorrow.
With certainty ... we know our lives will one day end.
Brothers not of the same blood
Still, showing much care and love,
Ever thankful to Allah ... thankful for the decree ...
Thankful for the friendship between you and me.
Love you for the pleasure of Allah.

By,
Abu Lateef

5 August 2007




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