Children

These little angels of God,
Who make sounds so pleasant to hear,
When someone so tired gets home,
A look of them makes him smile,
And the whole world becomes secondary,
Just the moment you hold the hand of your child.
You loved him even when he was not born,
Tell me a love more pure,
When he stood for the first time and spoke his first word,
You cried your eyes out with happiness ,
Their noises when they play,
Cheers up the surrounding.
They are the flowers of Allah’s gardens,
They deserve to be.

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