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Chand ki saat kai purane dard ajaatehein

‘Chalo Bashir, mere liye Janamaaz pichao’

On Earth it sizzles like burning coal embered in the hands

So Angels lift her prayers up to sublime air and lands

Friends, we all know that God always hears a woman’s prayer

I swear that a Mother’s prayer cleaves the heavens asunder

Her appointment granted in an instant without any need for booking

Shaking the very throne of God - every moment Allah pries, looking

Listening in our homes and roads to a woman who dares

Why do you bring me saints and prayer men?

Bring me the drunkards, the witches, the lowly

I’ll make for you a shrine most intricately holy

It’s from الله