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9-17-1442

Khalid Mukhtar · April 29, 2021 ·

The hearts that filled at Badr
The tongues that stilled at Badr

The blood that spilled at Badr
By hands that killed at Badr

Three hundred some believers
Set out to build at Badr
What Allah willed at Badr

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