Not-yet, have I found my way, to open doors with Prayer, I leave thus Land in wretch and tear, that little Yasmine grew to be a big girl; a Princess in bondage to a big-bold world, bent on Wills greater than self! Aw Brother, of Crown, I ask you now, take care of my family, and the innocent left, hoping to return, to clandestine prayers; I say: Behold and up-hold, not of scam, but of Divine Sourced Plan, surrendering to Liberty, Princess Yasmine?
The Legacy, is One, in Allah, the Leader we Willed to Office! Behold I go forth to an Open-Door, a Privy Consul, beckons to me: "Come!" "Farewell, for a short-while, Farewell!"