By Mughtarr Cham.
The emancipation of this innocent figure I cried for,
When I look at the emaciation of this beautiful little girl,
My heart cry within, with blood of redemption and nostalgia,
Her empirical situation is quite an obvious evidence to disclose her condition at a glance.
Left to cry all day long and suffer the deep mystery of this problematic life,
Accommodation is an utmost problem for you,
But God is the provider of all accommodations,
And your shear is never equal to any others,
Your tears are the remedy of the misfortunes in this heretofore,
But people can’t see that, for they are blind with obscurity in the iris of their eyes,
You’re lowered in the midst of the world but elevated in the eyes of God,
And therefore non can stand on your way.
Let’s help the poor and not just look at them suffered,
The rich is no better than the poor in the eyes of the Almighty,
And nor the poor to the rich,
For we are all from one and to one we shall return.
Let’s work to help each other and together we shall succeed.
None of you have reached the state of humanity unless what he want for himself is the replication of what he do to others.