**** hundreds with bombs and guns.
Terrorist you are.
Outright you'll be hanged for your actions.

**** hundreds with swords and fuel.
Rioter you are.
You may go unpunished for your acts cruel.

**** thousands with lips and tongue.
Leader you are.
You'll be hero for millions of old and young.

Satan is on the hunt;
And a man peccant.
Treading path of sufism;
Man nescient, ignorant.

First learn the shariah;
And then tread this path.
Or else you'll be a loser,
On you Allah's wrath.

Satan will bridle your nose;
And put reins in your mouth.
Drag you wherever he likes
East, west, north or south.

A true Sufi is righteous;
And follows the prophet(SAW)
A false Sufi goes astray;
And is satan's puppet.

Why you talk about
me day and night?
Why everywhere and
anywhere you backbite?
Tell me, why like holy
verses my name you recite?
Tell me, why don't you
openly come and fight?
Why you always find
reasons to bring my name?
Why you want to hurt,
why you want to defame?
Tell me, till how long
will continue this game?
Tell me, what is your
mission, what is your aim?
Why my name always
on your tongue of fire?
Is it something in me
that your admire?

I t is a way of life.
S urrendering one's will to one and only God.
L oyal and loving towards your parents and kins.
A dmonishing evil and inviting towards good.
M uhammad(pbuh) is the last messenger of God should be the belief.

I'll tell you a story of a stony Island which had a beautiful beach.
In search of a touchstone, this secluded place some determined men used to reach.
This touchstone used to turn ordinary metal into Gold
Men came to search this stone to increase their wealth manifold.
Touchstone was there hidden within pebbles and stones and its colour was shiny blue.
Its greed used to effect adventurous souls like some dangerous and contagious flu.
A man with great difficulty reached this promised land
Next moment he was on beach searching stones and sand.
stones which were not blue were straightaway thrown into the sea.
He developed this habit of throwing and was never seen free.
He continued with this habit without any complain or fear
This went on till days became month and months became year.
One day after throwing a stone he stood stunned as if he was struck by thunder.
Because of his habit he threw touchstone whose colour was blue, what a blunder!
Now replace 'sectarian fights' with 'habit of throwing' and 'sects' with 'pebbles' and 'Islam' with 'touchstone'
All you wise men and women do I need to clarify any further, hold on to Islam your blue stone.

From oceans shocked vapours flee.
You pity them with malicious glee.
Pretend to be well-wisher, a saint.
Crocodile! sympathizer you ain't.

In troubled waters you want to fish.
Never will be met your vicious wish.
You laugh loud, you plan and plot.
All Oceans will dry up you thought.

You are so foolish, I am in shock.
For this foolishness, no squawk.
Remove mask of friendship, you foe.
Where rain falls where rivers flow?

Oceans are on rise, feel the heat.
Waters have reached your feet.
Soon it'll engulf your land and rocks.
My foe, Let me give you this shock.

Hand-full of people fighting for Islam.
Our weapons are pen and holy Quran.
Resources are less, but ambitions are high
Allah is with us, so lets not grieve or sigh
We don't like colour of blood, we like colour of ink
With message of love and peace we are here to close all *****
We are here to clear all your doubts and misconceptions
we are the best of Ummah, so we will argue and talk with patience
propaganda against Islam will be buried in cemetery
We are mujahids of twenty first century
Bound by faith pakis, Arabs and Indians
We are soldiers of Allah, we are LMDians