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    When I Was ill

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    I was feeling ill
    Solution was the pill
    If only it could make me recover
    In a spilt, like the Creator

    The adhan was heard calling
    The water for wudhu' was cool freezing
    Wiz His name I began my prayer
    To HIM i submit and surrender

    To the bed i jumped again
    Nothing else to bargain
    Covering myself wiz blankets
    I was asleep as though in casket

    Dreams brought me far
    To an island offshore
    I saw a bird flying
    I thought of many things

    I tried to catch the bird
    Till i fall down like dirt
    And i could not get up
    There was no one to help out

    I cry a lot but there wasn't any tear
    I was left all alone in my own fear
    I was awake from the loud sound "vroom"
    Alhamdulillah i was safe in my room

    A sparrow flew on to my window sill
    Making sound behind the grill
    It was the same bird as in my dream
    But only real this time it seem

    I get up and walk towards the window
    And the bird was quiet for a minute over
    I saw a man starting his bike noisily
    Disturbing the bird especially

    And now i notice why didn't the bird fly
    Just like when i'm ill, i could only lie
    It's wing was injured badly
    Perhaps by someone or accidentally

    SubhanAllah I was thinking
    How much ni'mat He has been giving
    To ponder upon HIS creatings
    Animals wiz four legs, others wiz wings.

    I thought how wonderful Allah is
    Everything around me is really His
    I realise how much lucky i am
    I'm still able to move around

    Thank ya Allah for all that Ya give
    The illness Ya bestow is indeed a gift
    Every illness comes wiz His forgiveness
    May He grants us mercy and easness
    Ameen

    (unknown)
    u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

    :pr:

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    Re: When I Was ill ...................................

    very very beautiful poem hala.........nice sharing dear.......:rose
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      Re: When I Was ill ...................................

      thanks so much wafa sis ......... :rose
      u can't gain RESPECT by choice nor by requesting it... it is earned through your words & actions."

      :pr:

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