I often think when I might sin,
What if the Angel would come to me then?
Would I want to be risen doing that sin?

Little stars up in the sky

You light the heavens way up high

Allah has placed you there to shine

You are amongst His wondrous signs

Would someone help stop the battle,

I can't hear the sound of my rattle.

A tiny, lifeless body,

All wrapped in white,

Janazah prayers are done,

Day turns to night.