The pilgrims came with honour and reverence, thanking God for His compassion and mercy, having escaped the toil and trial of the Hijaz and saved from the painful punishment of hell. They came to Mecca from ‘Arafat proclaiming “Labbayka! Here I am, at your service, O Lord!” They had performed all the rites of the pilgrimage and were now returning home, safe and healthy.
2 thoughts on “Being Poor”
Being Poor
Being Poor
My country’ tis of thee, [Only if you are rich]
sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing; [liberty for CEO’s and celebrities]
land where my fathers died, [probably at the hand of a colored man or a foreigner]
land of the pilgrims’ pride, [and Native American genocide]
from every mountainside let freedom ring! [One ring to rule them all and in the darkness bind them]
Being Poor
Being Poor
My country’ tis of thee, [Only if you are rich]
sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing; [liberty for CEO’s and celebrities]
land where my fathers died, [probably at the hand of a colored man or a foreigner]
land of the pilgrims’ pride, [and Native American genocide]
from every mountainside let freedom ring! [One ring to rule them all and in the darkness bind them]