Omer used to water his camels on deserts
Omer used to look at stars at night
Omer was a hard laborer
Omer was a dreamer
Nobody knew the unfortunate fate not even Omer himself
Omer’s political insights were greater than anyone
Omer was ahead of his generation
Omer journeyed to Syria and saw Byzantine rule
He saw Arabs against Arabs
Omer saw Arabs friendly with Byzantines
Omer rebelled against leaders of Mecca
Omer rebelled against the prophet
One day the nightingale cried like never before
One night the moon shed tears for the first time
One morning the sun refused to rise up on the sky
When Omer picked up his sword
It was Omer cold blooded
Omer’s mind was made up like steel
Omer went straight to prophet
What wrath, what evil, what mourning
Omer knew not but his courage was unshakable?
As soon as he saw the prophet?
Ask not how seas fled deserts?
Ask not how gardens were barren?
Ask not how long was that day?
Ask not how snakes ran out of their holes?
Ask not how fast camels ran on deserts?
Ask not what become of Omer?
His sword, his strength, hardness, his ego
Ask not how mountains screams that evening?
Ask not? Ask not o tears?
What become of Omer?
His heart melted like honey
His soul came to peace
His sword fell on ground
Omer went on his knees
Ask not what become of Omer?
I have not the courage to tell
History knows and men knows
He ruled half a world like never before
Not even a dog faced injustice
Not once he changed his old cloak
He slept on solid plateau
He ate little and say little
He never desired a palace or money
It was Omer my tears it was Omer Ibn alkhtaab
Omer was stabbed at his back then
That’s how enemy always attacks
Hold on O tears it was Omer Ibn Alkhtaab