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A short poem about growing old |
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Why am I lying on this bed? |
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A short poem about growing old |
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Why am I lying on this bed? |
They say old age is light and light doesnt burn in fire. Sad that the old in the hos[ice are not looked after by anyone. truly sad. I hope my childrenw ould not abandon me inshallahsalams
Touching yet intellectually stimulating poem that delves on age… But don’t be sad dear brother, you are never alone, Allah is always there… those that you have touched, would always be there for you… InshaAllah. Edith Warthon once said, "In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways..."
Salam,nice...Mashallah
As salaamu alaikum Masha Allaah nice poem. It's sad how little value is given to the elderly. As a child some of my best friends were seniors... they told the best stories, giving a vivid glance into the past (especially my grandfather the original little rascal lol) and had the best goodies At age two, in the morning, I would 'disappear' from home wandering into Blossom's kitchen for 'toaster.' In the afternoon, it was Ruthie for Oreo's & peppermint patties which seemed to taste better at her house and telling her which cherub carved into her fireplace mantle was me... the littlest one of course .
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Nice poem, sad though, but again, in islam, parents aren't left alone (elders, grandparents...). They are well taken care of by their children, but that's in Islam, you don't really know if MUSLIMS apply it =| I have heard many stories of children throwing their parents in (places for aged people) when they are old. How sad =|