Words Sakina M and Mariam Y.
Photograph Mariam Y.
The time we wait for,
Throughout the year,
Is the one nazar of Moula,
Through the shubbak of Jamea.
Burying our heads deep in our books,
But in our hearts, we all know
We’ll sail through it with his nazar,
Through the shubbak of Jamea.
Relief is what we feel,
When we hand in our papers,
As it’s time for Moula’s deedar,
Through the shubbak of Jamea.
We bring our hands up for matam,
As Moula glances from above,
Bestowing his yaari upon us,
Through the shubbak of Jamea.
Shafahi is always every talib -e- ilm’s dream,
The moment we wait for all our lives,
The blessings and bounties showered upon us,
Through the shubbak of Jamea.
The Fridays of Imtehaan bring extra barakaat,
People flock from near and far,
To get a glimpse of our Moula’s Imami nazar,
Through the shubbak of Jamea.
Moula Moula‖ echoes through the Evaan,
We pray to stand here once again,
To witness his salami and tabassum,
Through the shubbak of Jamea.
Darajah Salesah
Al-Jamea-Tus-Saifiyah Marol
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