A Cry for Our Ummah

Here's to a brother, once one of us

He kept to the faith, good and pious

But where is he now? oh Allah, I beseech

He's out Friday Night doing drugs on the streets

Did you see it coming , did any of you know?

If you did, did you help him those few years ago?

Now his life is meaningless and bleak

Once a strong brother, now he is weak

Here's to our sister, once righteous and pure

She prayed and she fasted, her Deen was for sure

Now, at eighteen, she's no longer chaste

Her innocent spirit, all gone to waste

God gave us all eyes for us to see

Yet we each still claim "it will never be me"

And these two from our Ummah once claimed that too

SO...My Sisters, My brothers,

IT COULD ALWAYS BE YOU