One day I saw a poor Muslim boy. He had no food to eat, no money with which to pay. He had no clothes to wear, and no house in which to stay. It made me cry. It made me sad.
Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah, I have lots of food to eat, and lots of money with which to pay. Subhanallah, Subhanallah, I have lots of clothes to wear, and a big, big house in which to stay.
Allah wants us to care.
Allah wants us to share.
I am a Muslim child,
I must care.
I am a Muslim child,
I must share.
Some food I gave to the boy. "Alhamdulillah, Alhamdulillah," he said with tears of joy.
Some clothes I gave to the boy. "Subhanallah, Subhanallah," he said with tears of joy. Some money I gave to the boy. "Masha Allah, Masha Allah," he said with tears of joy. He shared it all with another poor boy. Allah wants us to care. Allah wants us to share. I am a Muslim child, I must care. I am a Muslim child. I must share.
“So give to the kindred his due, and to the poor, and to the wayfarer that is best for those who Allah's countenance. And it is they [aula ika] who will be prosperous successful'' Ŝurat 30:38.
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