Yesterday, a missile fell down,
And in a sea of blood did Ishmael's father drown.
Ishmael prayed to Allah, facing the West,
"My Allah! Save my father and give your best."
The doctors came out of theatre and said,"He will reach his end",
But Allah is Akbar and he turned the deathbed.
Hope is Allah, Allah is hope,
When we are to fall down, He is the only rope.
So cherish him, no matter where you are,
Because he is near you, never too far.
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