Standing in the presence of Almighty Allah,
Feet swollen,
Beard drenched with tears,
Crying and Begging,
Ya Allah! My Ummah! My Ummah!

His worry,
His concern,
His most often Du'a was, "Ya Allah..... My Ummah! My Ummah!

You and I
What type of lives do we lead?
Bellies filled till capacity,
Yet our prophet suffered from hunger
However His cry remains the same
Ya Allah.... My Ummah! My Ummah!

We claim to say we are lovers of Rasulullah
We gather and sing His praises,
Yet His sunnah we have abandoned
His lifestyle we have rejected,
His Love & Sacrifices made for us we've forgotten.
My Nabi, Your Nabi Our beloved Master and Prophet, The Chosen One. Prophet Muhammad (SAW).

Oh Allah! Fill my heart with His love, let my actions be a replica of His.....
Oh Allah! Let my prophet be proud of me aa His Ummati, let Him not turn His face away due to his embarrassment of me. AMEEN!!!

UMMAH OF THE PROPHET