Say Masha'Allah then Insha'Allah

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Poem title: say MashaAllah then Insha'Allah


Hamza, my 2nd born, 1st of your name - you are honoured, in this life...


Could it but man ever suffice, nay! I dare say - you will be honoured, insha'Allah, in the afterlife....


You shall walk strides above men, true to your name - your abode a lion's den...


For thy cove's treasure trove, thy father strode to amass a horde...


Strode therein, to confront every knightly affront; every terror in the night alike...


And yet even this shall pale in comparison to yer deeds to be, in all that behooves, ye mighty! 


Sighty man! For ye shall every damsel lay herself in distress, ever ready to undress - nay but ye fear thy Lord...


Should deeds pale before you, your complexion pales all the same too, for thy love - lovers to their loved say who be thee... 


You their shackle, their hearts tackle; never to set 'em free - they now mourn in cackles


All clams in a cockle, but ye - nay, ye be a whitey pearl - more noble in rank than an earl...


To you, a heritage of snow and plow - so lay low, and speak not in retaliation to the barking dog - for if a stone be cast, none a pebble could remain but the price of a dinar

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