When you were born,
It was as if I was born.
With your coming to life,
I gained a new life.
As I did Azhan to your ear,
I let you know that
I am not your maker,
It is he, Allah, he your maker.
My dearest sweetheart,
You are my lord greatest gift.
As I drew you skin to skin,
Allah's created love boiled within.
Every time I look at you
My nose loves sniffing you.
For you, Al-Hamdulillah,
I gained a new Jannah.
With your entry into my life
I couldn't help but announce far and wide.
Angels followed you mile after mile,
Pouring Barakah, pile after pile.
With your little temperature,
Kindled a fire within this creature,
With Hope, I begged your creator,
To ease me of this to Rabbana.
Subhanallah,
How are the words Allah,
He warned me, in life you'll be my Fitnah.
With his help, May Allah enter us in Jannah.
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Pure Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of Portry featuring Islamic values inspired by everyday life.
