In every living time and place.
There lies an Al Baquee.
A place destroyed by wrong ideas.
Lies scattered in the breeze.
And of these stones or tyrant”s thrones.
God raises seed and kin.
To teach mankind about himself.
Releasing us from sin.
Love itself does meet us there,
And guides us safely home.
Rasing thoughts to higher calls.
Away from shattered domes.
From darkened sense of sorrows hence.
We must not look away.
But far from clay and broken wood.
Love itself does stay.
Look inside your own dear heart.
And find your Al Baquee.
Build upon the terrors raged.
For there lies Love’s decree.
To find your peace when wrong ideas.
Attacks seem far and wide.
To know that Love is ne’er destroyed.
It’s always by your side.
Bring the stones of peace and Love.
Rebuild your Al Baquee.
A daily act of kindness builds.
A shrine eternally.
Look no more to desert lands.
And Baquees far away.
Prefer to look to your own heart.
And build your shrine tbis day.
Daily salat and duas
cement the stones in time.
Zariat adds the precious jewels.
That no man can design.
Love for those who hate you still.
Will add the Golden doors.
And daily zikhr will ensure.
Mosaic tiled floors.