The King and the Little Girl, an Islamic Poem
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The King and the Little Girl, an Islamic Poem



For years I saw the world in black and white,

never to realize the severity of my own plight

For I was the most powerful leader of my time,

never to realize that corruption was my own crime

For my arrogance told me that I deserved true happiness,

and that I needed something to honor my own greatness

So I ordered every citizen to work in the underground quarry,

to make me the ring of a leader that knew no match in glory

The ring was made of the most precious stones from the land,

and every governor came to honor the greatness of my band

I forgot about the blessings that Allah (SWT) had given me,

and thought that the Day of Judgment would never reach me

Then one day I saw a little girl in the bazaar,

she had her hand outstretched to me from afar

A tear rolled down my cheek for the first time as a king,

because the little girl said to me “Wait sir, you dropped your ring!”

The little girl was dirty, coughing with sickness, yet very calm,

and told me she couldn’t steal the ring because it was haram

I cried like I never cried before, realizing that I was lost,

not even knowing how much the forgiveness of Allah (SWT) would cost

I kneeled down and smiled, looking at the little girl’s face,

and closed her hand, giving the ring to her as a good grace

 

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