Success can tempt the mind to pride, but failure humbles the heart. From pride we learn to stand tall, but from humility we learn to grow.
In this world,
every heart is stained with blood and endless scars,
Pens lie abandoned… every trembling hand now reaches for the sword of wars.
No trace remains
of faith, of truth, of honesty once pure,
Yet every tongue here swears loyalty—lies they dress as oaths so sure.
Beasts now hide
inside the fragile skin of humankind,
And helpless birds—once free with hope—have left these hearts behind.
What tale can I
narrate of man, of love, of humanity’s name,
When every mind has turned to monsters, proud and unashamed.
The throne belongs
to tyrants—thirsting only for bloodshed and despair,
Justice stands abandoned, blind—its guardians lost, unaware.
Still, we stand
with chests unshaken, facing bullets with our breath,
Blood may spill upon the earth… but we shall never bow to death.
One day we’ll
raise the torch of freedom—burning fierce and bright,
And politicians will watch in fear as truth sets the world alight.
Mothers, sisters,
every soul will sing the anthem of the free,
United as one body—we’ll show the world what unity can be.
Our cry will echo
far and wide—Islam’s name we’ll call,
A land not born of rulers’ greed… but a homeland for us all.
We’ll cleanse the
filth, reveal the truth, guide hearts toward the light,
And centuries from today, our stories will still ignite.
Hafi once lived
unaware of cruelty’s silent, spreading stain—
For every gate was guarded by traitors feeding off our pain.
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