When I was young,
We were two brothers and three sisters,
I was the youngest.
We had nothing then,
But we had a lot,
We had happiness and togetherness.
We never showed others we were poor
Even to our closest aunt and uncle,
I would go to play with my cousins but never tell them I had not eaten and was hungry.
One day one of my mum's rich friend sent us a packet of milk with her daughter,
My brother told her to take it back because all of us loved to drink black tea,
Even bread with butter and jam was a luxury for us.
Mum and dad worked hard to make ends meet,
But she was steadfast on her principles,
She taught us not to complain about what we didn't have,
But to be grateful for what we had,
With patience and hard work,
With Allah's blessings,
We would rise above our present state,
And we definitely did,
A long way.
11/5//2025