Our caravan is from the past to the eternity
Having reached here from the Badr through the Uhud
Being here after a long travel.
Who questions about our destination!
We already said the destination is the eternity.
Rise and fall of agony could never sway us.
Our body is maimed.
The field of Muta became fertile with the drops of our blood.
Color of all blossomed roses is our blood.
Their fragrance is our exhaled air.
We have the noble Qur’an in our hand;
The sacred one that never let any believers to rest.
How can then we rest?
The goal of our journey is the golden entrance
Which is not on this world.