The Prophet of Allah, marching back home
To spread their Empire, like that of Rome.
Head bowed low, hiding his face
Too modest to even show a trace,
After 20 years of fighting against this city
He gives them a look of kindness and pity,
A man like him, this world will never know
He forgives the ones who’ve caused him great sorrow.
One last chance to convert to our faith
When you change your mind, it’s going to be far too late.
Seeing the idols all around
Spills fury on a face so sound,
The Companions burst with rage
But let the Meccans start a new page.
Idols are smashed and destroyed
To keep the Prophet far from annoyed,
The Ka’bah is finally again so clean
Because the Muslims all worked as a team.
Even though the Meccans treated them with hostility
The Believers prostrate on the floor in humility
Thanking the Lord for His Help and Ability
Helping them live in peace and tranquillity.
Thank you Allah for opening the door
So Islam can come to Makkah once more.
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