My Little Muslim Brother

I had a little Muslim brother he was the quiet type

I use to say “Hey ahki how you doing why you standing over there all quiet”

He just looked with a smile “I said here's your buddies”

His buddies being my sons

Those boys could not wait to run to play with some toys

As soon as I look around they was gone in a split sec

Running about as little boys do, like time was'nt meant to last

Wow those boys used move fast

It reminded me of myself

I remember those days even more now as I see images of his young face

How I remember those days when he use to laugh

With a little childish chuckle, we was so tight like a belt and a buckle

He was a short little dude but a strong little dude

Him doing his kung fu moves with my sons having all the fun

I use to see him wearing his little kufi and Thawb before the prayer had begun

If you don't know a family that prays together insha'Allaah stays together

He would sit with us big brothers recite none other than Qur’an

of course what he knew or could understand

Whenever I came to see his father, all but who answered the door

was my little brother that won't answer no more

I remember all of that as I cry my tears

I remember my little brother throughout his years

I watched him grow up to a handsome young Muslim man

The last that I saw him I took him to get a base ball glove

This is what we big brothers do to show our love

But now my little bro is gone he returned back to his lord

I’ll miss him much, insha’ALLAAH he'll be mourned

Oh ALLAAH! Grant him Paradise give him that eternal bliss of rest and happiness Ameen!