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The Dinner

Khalid Mukhtar · September 14, 2023 · Leave a Comment

The prophet stood up in his mosque
“Will someone entertain my guest?”
A hand went up and that’s how it
Began

The man - he rushed home to his wife
“A guest is coming home tonight”
Alarmed, she said “we only have
A bite”

He thought for one moment or two
A plan emerging in his mind
Looked at his wife and said “Here’s what
We’ll do

“Let’s kiss the children off to bed
That sleep their hunger douse, then we’ll
Turn down the lamps as we sit to
The spread

“And wife, we will pretend to chew
With skill, we will put on a show
So that our guest who has his fill
Won’t know”

And thus they carried out their plan
The guest arrived and ate the bread
Then left, the couple prayed and went 
To bed

The night went by, the day arrived
The Prophet saw the man and cried
With joy from news that came on angel
Wings

For one attracted by the nūr
Had found the good companion’s house
And saw the wealth a humble servant
brings

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