An eight-year-old child, on one side of the mosque, at the corner
Sitting with a little sister
By raising hands, Allah is not from the Holy One
What was the demand to go
Dressed in clothes
But
Were very clean
His niggles were torn with tears
Many people were attracted to it
And
He was completely unaware of the words of God
As soon as he picks up
A stranger grew up and took a little hand
And asked
What was God asking for?
He said
I am dead
Heaven for them
My mom all the time
Keeps crying
Patience for him
My sister asks for clothes from mother
The amount for that
The stranger asked
Did the school go to school
Baby said
Yes go
The stranger asked
In what class do you study?
No, Uncle is not read
Mother makes tea
They sell school children
Many children buy tea from me
Our task is to climb
One word of the child was lying in my soul
Your relative
The stranger asked the child even if he did not want it?
Amy says poor people are not poor
Ami never lies
But when we are alone
Do not eat food
And I say
Amy also eat food
He says i
It's okay
It looks like this
They are lying.
If you get home, you will read the son?
Baby: Not at all
Because educators hate the poor
We never asked anyone to read
Pass through
The stranger was also surprised
And
Worried too
Then he said
Every day I come to the mosque
Nobody ever asked
All those who came here knew my father
But
Nobody knows us
The child started crying loudly
Uncle when the father dies, all become alien
I did not have any answer to the child's questions
How innocent will be
Those who are hurt with sorrow
Just try one
And
Such abundance around you
Orphans and innocent people
Find out
And
Help them
Cement or grain sack in madrasas and mosques
Before giving it, look at a poor one around you
Maybe it was more important to eat flour
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Continue to make changes in yourself and society.
Allah