يا ابت انّي رأيتُ احد عشر كوكبا و الشمس و القمر رأيتهم لي ساجدين
"O my father,I saw the eleven stars, the sun and the moon.I saw them prostrating to me"
Was the speech of none but he
To his beloved father did he confide his dream in
Who in turn told him to divulge it to none-not even his kith and kin
This bond which was so deep
Made his brothers enact something so cheap
They were envious
As a result they thought of committing something so heinous 
In secrecy did they meet
And they hatched a ploy-so discreet 
They planned to either kill their brother
Or throw him into a land which was further 
They eventually come to a consensus 
And to execute it they had to become pretentious 
They displayed for their brother some affection
And ended up gaining their father's trust which was their mission 
Seeing everything going according to their strategy
They were elated thinking in scheming they were a prodigy
They left with him
Excited that the chances of being unsuccessful were slim
They hurled him in the well
Where they left him to dwell 
So heartless were the brothers 
That throwing him into the well didn't trigger any emotions 
Alas they had forgotten that the Al-Baseer was watching
Everything they did was in accordance to His planning
He sent an angel to his rescue 
Who came faster than lightening before time was due
He was saved
In the angel's wing was he cocooned
In the meantime his brothers dabbed his shirt in wolf's blood 
And rushed home crying to disguise their fraud
They lied to their father
That dead was their brother
By the wolf was he devoured
Never to be returned 
His father was grieved
His most beloved son had died 
So much did he weep
Because of his love so deep
That he became blind
However solace in Allah did he find 
On the other hand his son was found by the travellers 
Who in turn sold him for some silvers 
By the minister was he bought 
Over time so much by Allah was he taught
As a minister was he appointed
And with wisdom he governed 
Many many years later 
Was he united with his brothers and father
All was perfectly planned 
And precisely executed
By no-one but the Creator 
Who's the ultimate planner!
                              و يمكرون و يمكر الله و الله خير الماكرين!
And they plan and Allah plans and Allah is the best of planners!
                                      
                                          
                                   
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PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found it's thoughts and the thought has found words ~Robert Frost Cover credits: mnhlatif
 
                                           
                                               
                                                  