Weep not for the Ummah in shambles,

Weep not for your sisters defiled,

Weep not for the men slaughtered,

Weep not for torture in front of your eyes,

Weep not for Jerusalem taken captive,

Weep not for death overcoming hunger,

Weep not for thirst being quenched by desert sand,

Weep not for poverty causing sin,

That has spread through the lands.

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Cry for yourself for what we have traded,

Trading the next life for luxury,

Funded all by the usury,

Openly living the life of zani,

Our eyes falling upon anything,

Blaming it on our upbringing,

Hanging with unrighteous friends,

Indulging in impure foods and drinks,

Speaking before one thinks,

Magnifying glasses on our scholars,

Hearing whispers and braying the message,

Forget investigation, we didn’t even doubt,

When our brothers fell from their mounts,

Judgmental eyes focused on the sin,

Backbiting and saying ‘no one will truly win’.

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But most of all,

Cry for the absence of tears,

In our duaas that never were,

About Syria, Palestine, Burma, or any other,

Nation in frustration off the Ummah,

Sleeping calmly on our comfy beds,

Waiting until the day the fitnah spreads,

Into our own lives,

To our children, mothers and wives,

And when that day comes,

And the tears are about to fall from the brim of the eyes,

Remember my words that day,

Weep not for the Ummah in shambles,

Weep not for the Ummah today.