“And they give them preference over themselves even though they were in need of that.”
(59:9)
I dare not whisper a need
For I know it will be fulfilled even before the words settle
Who honours the guest better than you?
Your house so well kept a testament to a loving mother of beautiful children
You would feed me from what you didn’t have
Your children would go hungry if only I did ask for a thing
At the call of your guest
Your guest who becomes your family
Am I a king or a guest?
In this house there is no difference
Want for nothing
Feeling like a burden
That is my state
Impossible that anyone can do what you do without to feel it
Your floor dearer to me than my own bed
Anger shows on your face only if my hand reaches towards my own pocket
In a world of greed you lay your heart out for me
The best of men
The best of friends
The best of all my brothers
They will wish they had what I have in you
Behind every great man is one of my sisters
Obedient and caring
A treasure from the treasures of Allah
Her goodness echoes around all the rooms
I miss you my brother the minute I leave you
Wanting always to come back
Hating anything that goes the opposite way
Knowing that it will be closer to you than I
If I lived for a thousand years
I would not be able to repay you
Such is your status in my eyes…
http://5centedblood.wordpress.com/2010/01/29/162/
