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I have a lot of dreams ahead
I don’t know when I’ll be dead
But I don’t want to sit under saint
The philosophy is too lame
You know what they say about Allah
That He is present everywhere
Not my Allah, not my God
Lo, He sits on His throne in Heaven!
My answers are in the Qur’an
And the tradition of Muhammad
The poets say you can see the Face of Allah
In flowers and things of beauty
Not my Allah, not my God
He indeed created this world, this tongue
But He is not a part of it
My God is not subject to the musings
Of a poet, philosopher or saint
Every rhyme or Sufi is not true
I am a Muslim, I don’t care
Whether you live on a hill or a castle
Asceticism doesn’t make you a saint
In fact, I don’t think they are divine
If they are, then you and I are, too
The light of Wisdom shines upon all
Irrespective of gender, age or race
I walk out on this custom
This ignorance of spiritual intermediary
Didn’t Allah give me mind?
Didn’t Allah give me heart?
Didn’t Allah give me spiritual touch?
Why should I be afraid of praying to Allah
Alone without calling on saint?
Rise and fall before Allah
From cradle to grave, you are His slave!
Don’t falter, don’t turn away
Allah will hear you if you pray
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