Out stretched are our arms With every beat of the heart and with every breath
Out stretched are our arms to seek what truth lies for us before we come to rest.
Knowledge no longer our people take for their heart but only residue for their mind.
Scholars not valued, and equality among all lies on the tip of their tongue.
A nation drowning in their own concern, souls lost and wandered into darkness.
Anger, frustration and selfishness floats aboard like a lifeless soul.
We struggle to realise our dieing existence.
No hope remains only ideas like that of a floating cloud.
With every beat of the heart and with every breath Out stretched are our arms to seek what truth lies for us before we come to rest.
There comes a time when our natural state embellishes our heart.
It captures our soul….
we begin to live again.
We stand not to pose but to make our stance significant.
Love enters our forsaken hearts….no room for disillusion…softening with remembrance.
At the sight of the hearts strings, plays a tune so sweet….the time has come for the servant to gaze their dieing existence.
With every beat of the heart and with every breath Out stretched are our arms to seek what truth lies for us before we come to rest..
A shadow no longer………..Light among us shines bright.
Guidance from those who shine and whose smile lights up a billion hearts.
Knowledge is their enlightment, sincerity is their tune…..spreading the message is their fixture and passions is their drive.
Their life a dedication to all those who seek, commitment is their agenda and purification is their treat….
We have come miles in trials and a lifetime so remains…….appreciative of the knowledgeable our spirit may have changed its ways.
Like a string attached to the heart there is no connection alike.
Knowing them personally would certainly be a delight.
With every beat of the heart and with every breath Out stretched are our arms to seek what truth lies for us before we come to rest...
A prayer remains on our tongue….their advice we cannot do without….their achievements we hear, we see…this opportunity we dream about.
So far you are zaytuna, yet so close in our hearts………like a ruby amongst other stones you gleam, a cure for the diseased heart.
Affected we are with warmth in our gaze.....without this warmth we could not be.
The relationship now, is like that of roots and that of a tree.
Like Islam without Iman, like supplications without the heart and like speech without the tongue. With every beat of the heart and with every breath Out stretched are our arms to seek what truth lies for us.
With every beat of the heart and with every breath Out stretched are our arms to seek what truth lies for us before we come to rest...
A shadow no longer………..Light among us shines bright.
Zaytuna you are my shinning knight.
Out stretched are our arms to seek what truth lies for us before we come to rest.
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