Our women

Blessings on our women, they raise our children well

Peace on our women, guiding away from hell

Mercy on our women, they can not hide their faith 

Salutations on our women, let’s protect them with the sayf


Unlike us brutes, possessing a fragile form

Things they can’t do, that for us are the norm

My wife, the one companion that repaired my soul

We matched ambitions for the ultimate goal 


My daughter, such a love I’ve never known

So much would be sacrificed for her alone

My mother, save for Islam, above her naught

Defend her to the death, without a second thought


Daughters, mothers, sisters & wives

They are the jewels within our lives

As men we’re duty bound to provide protection

From now until the resurrection



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