🌿 “O Sword of Imaan, Strike Only for Truth!”

 

— A Poem for Pakistan, for Every Muslim Heart

They bombed our homes, spilled our blood,
Thought we'd drown in sorrow's flood.
But we rise with rage in every chest,
With Qur’an as shield and sabr as vest.

You kill our kids? You burn our land?
Now watch the fury of Allah's band.
Not for hatred, nor for fame —
We fight for La ilaha illallah’s name.

O Soldier! Tie your boots with takbeer,
March with the fire of Badr's spear.
This land is trust — not just dust,
To guard her is sacred, pure, and just.

O Civilian! Don’t say, “What can I do?”
Raise your hands — your dua cuts through!
Charity, unity, a whispered prayer,
Your strength is real — it’s always there.

We don't seek war, but when it's near,
We rise like lions with no fear.
Our Prophet ﷺ rode to defend the right,
And taught us to stand, even in darkest night.

This is not just soil — it's amanah deep,
This flag’s been earned with blood and weep.
Now hold it high, and swear once more:
“We live for Allah, and if needed — die in war!”

Jihad is not madness — it’s command divine,
A call to protect the weak, the line.
To fight not with hate — but for oppressed cries,
And become the answer when the ummah sighs.

So bring your tanks, your drones, your fire,
We’ve got Allah, we’ve got desire.
Each shaheed walks not to the grave,
But straight to Jannah — proud and brave.

O Youth of Pakistan! Awake, arise!
Drop the fears and fake disguise.
You are Iqbal’s shaheen, not chained slaves,
Let your roar now shake the caves!

The Prophet’s sword was sharp and clean,
But only rose when truth was seen.
So ours too waits in peace and prayer,
But if you strike — beware, beware!

This is jihad — not wild rage,
But a flame of faith in history’s page.
So light that torch with taqwa bright,
And march for Allah in purest fight.

We do not boast, we do not scream,
But carry the Ummah’s final dream.
If martyrdom comes, we'll smile and fall —
For Allah’s path is worth it all.

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🔥 **Pakistan Zindabad!

Islam Paindabad!
La ilaha illallah — our battle cry, our final word!**