You will not be asked about your culture in your grave. And you will not be judged based on your Father’s last name. When the trumpet blares, there will be no more kings, only slaves. And your family traditions will not be able to keep you safe.
That Islam you see on TV does not represent me, I’m too busy waging jihad against myself, My own nafs are my enemy. I’m sorry that Muslim and Muslim lands do not represent Islam, Our religion is perfect, but we on the other hand.
And who knew? That an unlettered man from the middle of the desert, Would change the whole world from darkness into heaven You may have every title, every big shot degree, But you still can’t explain: Alif-Laam-Meem
