When you pray to Allah, Allah's mercy falls on you
The more you pray, the more of his mercy falls on you
There's no limit, but he's happy to hear your prayers 5 times a day
What does he want to hear before his mercy falls on you?
That he is the greatest, the most benevolent, the most merciful
When you pray, you cup your hands to catch his falling mercy on you
Then you rub your hands on your face bowing your head down, down
Thus mercy enters your body, all saved, the falling mercy on you
Mercy comes with speed of light from janat where for ever Allah lives
Huge reservoirs of it, no shortage ever of falling mercy on you
Modi Ram, a decent man never knew of Allah's mercy; so he became a pucca musla
All watched when he prayed. They said: Allah's mercy does not fall on you
He wondered why? Racked his brains and suddenly like Buddha realized, why
No record of crimes he had. An honest man. No Allah's mercy fell on him.
And Allah knew. So he saved all his mercy for all muslas who prayed for it
Got it and danced in joy and chanted: when you pray, Allah's mercy falls on you
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