05/09/2026
JAMIYAT
In Bradford where Jamiyat's flag flies high,
Under the same Yorkshire grey sky,
Here is a story of mosques so dear,
Of Jamiyat Tabligh-ul-Islam - year after year.
Southfield Square where mercy stands,
A community fridge with open hands,
Feeding the poor, no questions asked,
Love of the Ummah, a noble task,
And there leads Hafiz Bilal at Southfield Square,
His voice in dua fills the air.
At Central Mosque, the iconic dome,
A golden crown that feels like home,
Inside, the heart finds its cure,
In circles of dhikr, so calm and pure,
By Pir Syed Ahsan Shah,
The name of Allah softly chanted,
On every heart and every tongue.
Up on Toller Lane, where Huffaz rise,
Eyes on the Quran, away from the prize,
Huffaz produced, year by year,
Their hifz complete, their voices clear.
And Victor Street with grand extension,
Built with love and good intention,
Walls expanded, hearts more wide,
To welcome all who come inside.
On Haworth Road, Imam Aleem,
A man of knowledge, a blessed man,
His khutbahs guide the young and old,
With words more precious than gold.
At the Madrassah, Ustad Tauqeer’s warmth,
Like sunshine after a winter storm,
Gentle with children, kind and mild,
He teaches each and every child.
Hilton Road’s community facilities,
Serving daily with utilities,
A hall, a space, for all to meet,
A centre strong, a bond complete.
Shearbridge Road’s community,
A family tied in unity,
Ryan Street’s tight-knit community,
Brotherhood with true immunity.
On Jesmond Avenue, the congregation,
Praying together in dedication,
And Coventry Street’s beautiful mosque,
Its beauty shines, its minaret aloft.
Last but not least, Browning Street,
Where faithful hearts and friends do meet,
The Imam who is Qari Saddam,
Leading Salah with the beauty of the Quran.
Oh Jamiyat Tabligh ul Islam,
In Bradford you proudly stand,
From North to South, from East to West,
You gave this city of ours its best.