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My silence if the words are prolonged, is a form of speech And the turning of my eyes is a form of denouncing And my patience is not due to humiliation Rather, a fist and an iron that is repressed I am blamed for being patient, but Is one to be blamed for patience when left unsupported

In hardship there's no choice The dire moments in which there's no fleeing have begun And the horses of hardship have been saddled, so have hope My Soul, your matter will be taken care of [by Allah]