Everyday this mother would walk the streets, finding for her
child something to eat.
And everyday she?d cry while her child was asleep. And when he?d wake and ask,
she?d tell him not to worry. It hurt her to see him whimper and say that he was
hungry, as there was nothing that she could do to help him over come that
feeling.
But she?d distract him and his hunger by telling him tales, she?d say
?My child the lord created the moon, the stars and the morning sky so blue, and
the lord created both me and you?
The child would sit in fascination, while being told of his lord?s creations.
The mother kept faith knowing that everyday was a new day, and that it would be
better in the next life, but in this life she?d teach her child to strive. Even
though she was poor and everyday was a struggle like the next it didn?t mean
that she would give up hope and live in regret. Yea everyday she?d struggle to
get her child, hungry and ill to sleep; telling him to dream of a better place,
where the struggle would end and the lord would come to provide shade?.she sang
him words that would stay?
?Allah O Akbar?Allah? the Adhan she would recite for him to sleep?
Mother and child walk the streets, hours on end trying to find a work and food
for her son to eat. she?d walk mile on end carrying her child, trying to fill
the stomach that?s been empty for a few days, yet constantly reminding her child
that this life wasn?t forever and that he should always remember that the lord
was there?no matter how ugly things seem to get he should not be disheartened,
and his lord he shouldn?t forget. She encouraged him to spread good and do
what?s right, and to change any wrong to make it right...
Walking hand in hand, striving mother and son. Together search for a better day,
yet singing in praise their lord?s name.
