My real brothers fear none of such despicable deeds. A mere taunting would not wet our hands with blood or tears.
My real brothers would rise, not in anger but infaithfulness. For our way is not violence.
Posers could dress alike and shout blasphemy whenever they like.
Posers could shout their throat dry, but real brothers understand that the Lord’s name is not a war cry.
Real brothers does not give in to wrath and offense. For our way is goodness and patience.
Posers would justify violence for defense against blasphemy. Real brothers could be hurt a lot deeper, they would whisper istigfar and sallu alan-nabi.