[Intro – whispered, sorrowful]
She forgot that Allah was watching…
She forgot that modesty was her crown…
She forgot that Jannah is earned through sacrifice,
Not followers, likes, or flattering sound.
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[Verse 1 – soft, emotional rise]
She used to whisper du’as in the dark,
Now she whispers to strange men in her phone.
Her husband built her a home of trust,
But her soul was drawn to being known.
She said, “It’s just work, it’s free, it’s nothing,”
But it was never nothing in Allah’s Eyes.
Every chat, every laugh, every number she gave—
Was another dagger dressed in lies.
She let another man step into her space,
When her husband was out, unaware.
But the angels stood frozen at that door,
Writing sins the soul couldn’t bear.
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[Chorus – powerful & aching]
O daughter of Islam, what happened to your veil?
What happened to the shyness that made angels exhale?
You wore hijab but uncovered your soul—
Chased the dunya, let the akhirah grow cold.
You stood before men who weren’t your mahram,
Spoke softly while your husband bled in silence.
You forgot the fire isn’t just in Jahannam,
It burns slowly through secret defiance.
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[Verse 2 – darker, full throttle]
She said, “I’m old-fashioned,” to a man online,
Not realizing her words were a betrayal in disguise.
She clicked ‘like’ on his smile, dropped a comment below,
While the angels wept over the truth she’d outgrown.
She wore clothes that revealed more than her skin—
They exposed the state of her Imaan within.
She used to tremble at missing Fajr,
Now she trembles when the phone doesn’t ring.
The boss said, “Sleep with me to keep your job…”
She didn’t run, she didn’t scream.
She stayed. She smiled. She justified it all,
While angels recorded every scene.
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[Bridge – slow, tearful reflection]
She once cried under the stars asking for a righteous man…
But when Allah gave him to her,
She forgot how to honor the amanah in her hand.
She called him controlling when he begged her to cover,
She called him toxic when he asked her to lower her gaze.
But the one who disobeys Allah will always
Find herself lost in shameful ways.
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[Final Chorus – thunderous and heart-wrenching]
O woman of the Qur’an, what happened to your fear?
What happened to obeying the One Who sees clear?
He gave you a husband, a shield, a home—
But you opened the doors and left him alone.
You laughed with men and spoke behind his back,
But forgot what’s spoken is never unsaid.
You clothed your body but undressed your soul,
And now even your prayers feel dead.
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[Outro – whispered du’a, fading out]
Ya Allah… bring her back before it’s too late.
Before her scroll of deeds seals her fate.
Before the hijab becomes just cloth,
And her modesty is completely lost.
Let her remember that obedience is light.
Let her love her Lord more than attention at night.
Let her rise again as a woman of Deen…
Before regret becomes her eternal routine.
KhodrIsmail
