Poem

Saliha Mahmood is a Guest-Writer on Muslimsinengland.com

Old and withered, a broken man
His days of youth no more.
Blow after blow and a heart so ill;
A timid warrior, an internal war.

A tall form, now stooped and worn
A dashing smile gone wilted.
His crippled soul, a chornic pain;
A destiny readily accepted

Another day, another test,
Fair share of love and grief.
A simple way, a heart serene,
And in God his utter belief

Times change, poeple change,
Very little does not,
But his palms flat, he bows down-
To Him who created from a clot

Repentance, a chord struck hard
Tears of earnest and sincerity.
In his submission and in his prayer,
Is his beautiful humility.