Syrian Hajj

What if all the Syrian fighters stopped and went to Hajj?
‘exchanged all their arms for garments in ihram
Shelled out buildings vacant
Children at the border patient waiting for close relations to take them
Singly Facing the qiblah as one nation holding only one station
Slave of Allah
No raids and raising Hell in the desert sun no raging
Peace being spread in a cadence
till celebration of Eid And Sacrificing Hady
Zakat paid so lots made for the poor and big plates at the orphan’s door
Wish I could say labbayk
Allahuma labbayk
When the Syrians come together for Allah the Great!
And whatever hate
Is for Allah’s sake
Make Tawaf with a squad in masjid al haraam
no alarm from the black stone to Ibrahim’s maqam
Can you imagine when the stones get thrown?
At Arafat they pray for the prone back home
The Lone graves and the mass ditches
Soldiers cry reciting Suratul Buruj giving up they riches.
Fear the statement of Allah
So everybody crying making sincere taubah on yawmul Arafat.
Keeping the Eid just Salaam and tears
No fear of government to tear what Allah brings near.

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