You take my heart and pull it's strings.
For the sake of Allah I go to you.
I give my all.
We talk Islam.
You need me I am mom.
You are the greatest gift from Allah.
You need me and I come.
For the sake of Allah I run to you.
While one of you runs the other calls.
Me, myself and I.
Me for me.
Myself for you and I go the other way.
I divide myself in three.
I do my prayers and make dua.
Every chance to slip.
People make it hard for us.
As you take my heart and pull it's strings.
I start to slip and feel the pain.
Allah pulls the strings and takes my heart to give me hope and keep me strong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem