🌙 "Jihad Begins at Home" 🕊️

A poetic wake-up call to a blind society

They scream of Jihad in lands afar,
While their own streets burn beneath a star.
They weep for blood that oceans stain,
Yet walk past children lost in pain.

They chant of justice, roar for fight,
But trade their morals every night.
Where bribes are seeds that daily grow,
And truth is buried deep below.

O Youth — the fire in your chest,
Burn not in rage, but in your quest.
Not every war is fought with swords,
Some battles lie in silent words.

You talk of war to free the weak,
Yet silence when your own walls creak.
Your nation bleeds in daylight clear,
But fake piety is what we cheer.

The schools are shops, the health is trade,
The future of kids so cheaply weighed.
Our tongues say “peace,” our hands do crime,
Our faith is sold, time after time.

Where scholars preach but dare not act,
Where leaders lie and twist the fact,
Where justice dies behind closed doors,
And sin is sold in open stores…

O sons of Ummah! Stand and rise,
But start with truth, and drop disguise.
Don’t shout for wars across the sea,
When your own soul is not yet free.

Declare a war on greed and hate,
On drugs that make our youth sedate.
On lies that echo in our dome,
The greatest Jihad starts at home.

The Prophet (ﷺ) said it true and wise,
“The best of you” — not those who rise,
But those who fix their world within,
Who wash their hearts from dirt and sin.

So look around — your mother cries,
Your brother's dream in silence dies.
A beggar’s hand, a bruised young face,
This too, my friend, is your disgrace.

Stop selling Islam for fake applause,
And live its soul, its truth, its laws.
Before you raise a sword or pen,
Raise yourself to truth again.

This Ummah sleeps while fitnah grows,
But light will rise when justice shows.
Let’s build a world that’s clean and just,
With taqwa, love, and sacred trust.

No flags, no fame, no hollow pride —
Just hearts where Allah will reside.
So start your Jihad in mirror's frame,
And walk the path in Allah’s name.