Islamic poem called When I was ill

When I was ill

One day when I was feeling ill
a sparrow flew on to my window sill
He didn't see me tucked up in bed
as he pecked away at a piece of bread

I thought of how he could fly
when I, in bed could only lie
I thought how Allah had made him small
and then of dinosaurs, and giraffes so tall

I thought of many, many things
some with four legs, others with wings
I thought how wonderful Allah is
because everything around me is really His

شكراً على المرور.....

thanx...... nice poem

الطالب المجتهد كتب:شكراً على المرور.....

.....hello radwan
here the Department of English Language
so you can spike with arbic language

Thank you

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