Like An Airplane

'Eid Mubarak to children far and wide. Let your imagination be your favorite toy, and your conscience be your guide.

I can be almost anything

I want to be, that's right:

A lion in the jungle with

A very frightful bite,

A tae-kwon-doh destroyer with

A roundhouse kick to match,

A gourmet chef of soups delish

Who makes a world class batch,

An airplane soaring in the sky

That even knows to land,

I can be almost anything 

That I can understand,

In fact I can be more than all

Those things that I have said

Because I always have a toy

Idea in my head.

The sky above, my trusted friend,

The earth beneath my feet

Is but my heart's companion

That never skips a beat.

I'll tread upon it gently as 

My prophet said I should,

It's why airplanes up in the sky,

I think, are very good,

If they land the way they should.

The Last Ten Days Of Ramadan

Seek the night of power,
Search until you find
That barakah-filled hour
To leave your past behind;

Deliverance from the fire
Descending from the Throne:
Is there a mercy higher
Than standing up alone

These last ten nights of Ramadan,
The even and the odd,
When in the peace before the dawn
Goes forth the Will of God.

The Second Ten Days Of Ramadan

Has come the second third now forth:

The moon shall wax before it wanes,

Dissolving mountain sins of earth

In merciful forgiveness rains.

So make the night your begging bowl

And fill it with your burning tears

To beg redemption for your soul

In freedom from despair and fears,

That He who loves forgiving may

Forgive you just as you forgive;

For every self that dies by day

Shall neath the white of badr live.