Nazma - Poem by Sayeed Abubakar
Allah, only you the supreme power.
All good and bad
Which make happy and sad
Are only on your hand.
I earnestly believe and understand
Nothing there is impossible for you.
So I pray with cry with eyes full of dew:
Place my sister in Paradise
Because she dies
To respond your inevitable call
Leaving on earth her all.
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