A father is looking for his daughter in the crowd A mother is crying holding her son in the shroud
A wife is digging the rubble with her hands A husband is burying his wife in the sand
The old man is alone with no family left Wife, children, siblings and his friend best
The guns, the tanks the bombs non stop
No where to run, hide or shelter on top
The whole town now is turned into rubble No one at ease, every one is in trouble
The ambulances and hospital are no more
No markets, no malls, no shops and stores
There is no food and no water to drink
Every thing has vanished within a blink
But after all this when asked how they feel Falasteenies say ‘Hasbi Allahu Naimal Wakeel
They indeed are the chosen ones from us all They will be the first in heaven to be called
Their strength and patience is beyond compare No other Muslims from any where could bear
The whole world is praying for you all, dear ones The Muslims, the Christians, the Jews, not some
Oh! Allah Almighty, please answer our duas We beg and plead constantly without pause
Ruheena Tasneem Shah
