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The Muslim

They said he was a stranger.

They said he was danger.

This is his story

read and you'll know there's nothing to worry.

 

He is a boy, a Muslim

He wakes up early and prays like a soldier

He put his books under his arm

and away he goes to school reciting his favorite verses from the Holy Quran

How can you call such a person danger??

He isn't in the top class

but everyone is proud for what he is today.

he doesn't care what others think about him for it is Allah alone he obey.

He helps people when in need

His own food to the hungry he willing feed

Everyone knows him for his humble good deeds.

How can you call such a person a stranger??

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nazmi-mahamood
Sri Lankan
Published
Aug 1, 2012
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