by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah
Our moral compass, you so are…
The Zahra (A.S.) is the combined Nour of every known and unknown star…
And through your example, we seeds will become trees and grow large…
A Forest of Fatemiyoun, an Army of Photons…
Blessed be the day you were born, ya Kawthar (A.S.)…
Guided by your Hand, see our uniforms? It’s sewn on!…
He who angers you, angers Al-Moustafa (S.A.W.W.), so he who angers you is a low dog…
Scream your name at the oppressors even with a tongue cut, a jaw broke and a nose clogged…
Lost in the plots and woes imposed against us by our foe, ZOG…
But you mentor us and center us, like Islamic Sonar…
Blessed be the day you were born, ya Kawthar (A.S.)…