When I speak to Allah
At the mat, five times a day
When I praise his prophet
With every prayer
My heart fills with peace
And content
It makes my soul fly
Makes my soul free
To say god is great
To say bless Mohammed
Bring him peace
Jus the thought
Makes me feel
A bursting passion
From within me
To let the words on my lips
Honours my lips
Honours me
To praise my lord
With them
Real faith is to convert
To revert, to change oneself
To hold Islam
Tight, and forever
In your heart
To feel it rise from your chest
And leave your throat
No evil deed comes my way
No sin crosses my mind
As long as I say
There is no god but Allah
Mohammed is the messenger of Allah
This is my strength
My power
My light
I am not weak
I am strong
I only live for the next life
For its bliss
For its eternity
For the blessings within it
For Jannat (heaven)
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