Queen of Islam

Stone is cold on the Steps of God
She sits and waits patiently
The marble expansive the sun is hot
The remembrance of her Lord
She is not loud with brazen voice
Her plight she takes in silence
Although she is unjustified
she wants not for violence
She sits and waits and reminds us all
As we fulfill our obligation
She is one the wonderful
A mother to a nation
One does not know who stripped her gain
Her wealth and way of life
In her plight she indeed is honored
By Allah for patience in strife
Week after week she is seen
Lord a constant reminder
We are in debt each one and all
to the favors of our Lord
May our hearts well up with love
and bring things to accord
Her arms outstretched her lips held tight
No satisfaction in her cries
She is covered head to toe
Her pain seen by His eyes
She gives me strength to go on and champion
This Deen that I am on
She may be a beggar woman
But she is a Queen of Islam