That throws that verbal lance
That painfully spears your sisters heart
Wounds of her a work of your art?
Do you seek to help her
Or insult her?
Why aren't the words we speak
Humble and meek
To aid our brethren why don't we seek
With love in our chest
With language best
With minds at rest
There are avenues many of creativity
Of deep and honest sincerity
Ask for this with piety
One day will come when we are sorted
Don't let your dawah be distorted
Advise for the sake of Allah alone
Be not the one to make hellfire your home
Umm Musk
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