Our mothers fed us a pride… sons of Ali and Hussain
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O’ he who speaks of our roots… understand our origin
Your roots lost in history… our roots are Bani Hashim
Virtue flows within our blood… the pride of Ali’s children
We are enriched by our blood… golden within every vein
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Virtues, if you understood… at our existence you’d kneel
Courage; valour; honour; pride… generosity and zeal
Fortitude; faith; selflessness… with sincerity we seal
You’re a stain on history… history’s crown we remain
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Do not turn your eye to us… enemies know of our glare
Know when we sit, we kneel… to defend all, we prepare
Do not force us to spring up… fuel our anger, do not dare
If we had sold our patience… to us households would complain
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Our mothers fed us tales… of Uhud and of Badr
Your forefathers ran away… remained, our father Haider
They wanted Muhammad killed… defended him, our leader
We are the sons of Ali… we defend Muhammad’s reign
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Our mothers fed us tales… rivers of tears, our eyes shed
In these rivers we evolved… in a legacy we’d tread
Of the father of freedom… the grandson of Muhammad
We became lost in Hussain… a love no-one could explain
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Our mothers fed us a pride… from our cradles, it we’d see
We found an identity… and grew up at its mercy
Haider and Husseini… Fatimi and Abbasi
How ever much it burns you… from this pride we won’t restrain
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(London – 11/05/13)