The Scholar
When we were young, time spent playing
But not those ones, always praying
Becoming members of a blessed group
Reciting Quran, forever on a loop
It didn't stop there, whisked away
Not seeing their families for many a day
Never hanging round on the street
And their friends, they'd hardly meet
What applies to us does not to them
Each one similar to a mighty gem
When we're not sure, they will know
Now helping us and our families grow
Attacked, backbitten & often slandered
Many of them have been martyred
So go to them, make sure to sit
They're successors of the prophet
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