Aaj Quetta mein qayamate  sughra ka manzar tha

khoon luthre laashe

Zakhmi jism aur tootey dil

Mein bhi yuhin bhatakti rahee

Un saare logon ke saath jo apne piyaaron ko dhoondte rahey

mein apne khoone jigar ko ponchtee rahe 

Par woh ristaa raha

tapakta raha

mera dard

Na mitne waala karb

Mein nahi bhulun gi apni maaon behnon beityon aur bhaayon keh dil ka dard

har roz jo woh sehtey hain

hai koi charagar?

Jo is par marham rakhey

hai koi rokney waalaa

Is berehm islam ke pairokaaron ko

kia yahi Islam hai?

mein bhi Musalmaan hun

Par ab meraa sar jhukaa hai sharam se

jab koi kehtaa hai keh Proud to be a Muslim 

To mein mun phair laitee hun

Hiqarat se meri peshaani par bal pardh jaatey hain

jaisey woh jhoot boltaa ho

Kufr baktaa ho

I am not proud to be Muslim

not in these times

Not in Pakistan

kaise apne kalegey ko smbhalon?

Swat ke berehm dard bharey hamley dekh kar

Aaj Swat mein aik qayamat ka manzar thaa

wahan dard ka surkh darya beh raha tha

aise piyaari jaga ko in darinda sifat logon ne aik jahanum bana diya

Yeh zaalim apne khuda keh farmaan ko bhi jhutlaatey hain

deen mein zabardasti nahin

Imaan daine waala bhi sirf Khuda hai

Puri duniya mein kai crore Musalman nahi 

Kia sab ko maut ke ghaat utaaro gey?

Aur bechaarey shaheedon ne kia jurm kia?

hai koi yeh cheekh wa pukaar sun ne waala?

Bolo, hai koi madadgar?