When Life gives me Blues,
I seek the Bloom of Blood,
Which runs down my veins,
Like a crushing Waterfall,
Overwhelming the Realm of Existence,
With a pure purpose;
Like a fragile petal,
I tremble in the Rain,
But when the Spirit of Mighty Love,
Touches my eyelids,
I feel reinvigorated like an
Unbreakable Wall,
Ready for the missiles on my way;
I am the Muslim,
I am the Servant of Allah,
I am the True Islam
In me, you will see Palestine Growing;