Allah sent me such a nice friend,
His hand he would always lend.
For sure his words I commend,
And often on him I depend.
I tell you why he is first-rate,
'Cause I can’t with others’ equate.
He's trusty and ever straight,
In English, he has such weight.
His wisdom finds him the way,
It's Allah he’d always obey.
His favours I can never re-pay
For he becomes nicer every day.
Try and guess his name,
Omar, and his lasting fame.
Let’s play this nice game,
And see who is the same!
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