Urdu Nasheed By Mohammad Abdullah (Burnley)

Restrained in a chair, tied too tightly from the wrists

I screamed with pain as they threw their heavy fists

Deep into me, toppling me to the hard wooden floor

One kicked my body and asked if i wanted some more

So tired and beaten, no escape from this ongoing Hell

The interrogation finally ended & I returned to my cell...

Brotherhood shotherhood - it's all a schism
What do I care - you're more or less bed-ridden!
Stuck in a hole of death & decay,
You're a bidati my brother - wot else is there to say?!

I don't care if you suffer, if u get stuck or u bleed,
I saw you back in the day, dealing in crack n weed

You're out of the picture, I think ur a kaafir,
Keep well away from me, I don't want to be a munaafiq.

Insane and shackled I’m living a life of misery,

I feel imprisoned but in reality I’m walking free.

No happiness in life, no true joy in acts,

I’ve lost my faith, I’m giving slack.

I can’t find that happiness I felt once upon a time,

Life was so at ease, my heart felt elevated and sublime.

I never missed a chance to do good deeds,

I was happy, I was true, I was my own me.

Place me under Your throne Oh Allah,
grant me a Crown of Light
for I’m struggling in this world Allah,
I’m struggling with all my might...

Its hard for a bird to fly through the air with water on its wings.
What about us flying to Jannah, when its the whole world that we cling?

We have the map to Paradise, yet behind our backs it gets hurled.
The path to Jannah gets abandoned out of love for this world. 

Love for you ought to have been flowing in me like the generous river Nile ,
I tried everything to make you happy,
yet only for a while,
Then I realized there’s more to achieve through the chapters of Love,
The ultimate goal and desire O Beloved, to be with you above.

 Through the stages of his life, he went through many trials,

Wandering from place to place, covering miles upon miles,
He had no purpose in mind, no motive in his life,
His efforts seemed meaningless, like an old blunt knife. 

Our brothers in Cuba,
What can we say,
Locked and shackled,
Mindset crashed,
In every possible way...