[Intro – softly, prayerfully]
Oh Allah…
I’m not askin’ for a king of the dunya…
I’m beggin’ for a rajal of the deen...
One whose heart beats for You...
Not for the world, not for the nafs, not for this fleeting life...
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[Verse 1 – slow, emotional]
Oh Allah, send me a man who don’t raise his voice to break me,
But raises it in du'a, when the night sky’s empty.
Not one who cheats and lies in the dark,
But guards his gaze like a fortress — that’s where love starts.
No number handed out like candy on the street,
No "free work" for women with hidden receipts.
No late nights playing 400, no games, no smoke in his chest,
No bills left unpaid, no heart left a mess...
No double life, no secret sin,
Let truth be the skin he chooses to live in.
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[Verse 2 – building intensity]
Ya Allah, don’t send me a man high on pills,
Chasin’ fake peace while the house stands still.
I need a soul that finds highs in sujood,
Not one that forgets You with every mood.
And no — I don’t want a kiss that tastes like ash,
No lips that lie, no nights of crash.
Not a man who drinks then swings his pain,
Turns my face into a battlefield again.
Don’t let his trauma become my grave.
Don’t let his rage be the prison I stay brave in.
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[Bridge – calm, haunting melody]
No cafés, clubs, or concerts — no dunya in disguise,
No rebel wearin' masks behind pretty lies.
Let him love the masjid, let him crave the call,
Let him rise for fajr, even if he falls…
Let his Friday be for Jumu’ah, not for flirtin’ with sin,
Let the deen shape his circle, not the whispers within.
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[Verse 3 – deep, steady rhythm]
Let our phones be open, no secrets to hide,
Socials joint or gone — we walk side by side.
Don’t let him stare when I’m right there,
Don’t let fitnah float where his gaze should fear.
And no bakheel, no man who makes me beg,
For food, for care, for broken legs.
Ya Rabb, send me a provider, a man who gives,
Who honours my soul every day he lives.
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[Verse 4 – powerful, bold]
Oh Allah, send me a man who protects like Ka-lead ibn al-Walid —
Brave, bold, and unshakeable in the face of evil.
A warrior for his home — not against it.
A shield, not a sword turned on his own.
Send me a man with the Iman of Abu Bakr’s light,
Umar’s justice, Ali’s might.
Uthman’s heart — generous, true,
A man who leads me back to You.
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[Verse 5 – softening slightly, loving tone]
Let him laugh with family, pray with friends,
Let his nights in worship never end.
Let his voice be Qur’an, not games,
Let his home reflect Your name.
No need for riches, no glitter, no gold,
No designer suits or stories sold.
Just a heart wrapped in taqwa, soul made pure,
A man whose love is halal, and sure.
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[Outro – soft, haunting, final plea]
Oh Allah… send me a man of Jannah,
A man of deen… a man of honour…
A man of You.
A man who walks me to Jannah —
Not drag me to Jahannam.
KhodrIsmail
