To school I go everyday,
Listening to those boring classes I lay,
Hoping for Allah(swt) to rescue my day.
But as time passes on,
My spirit begins to rise,
As though a tough night gone;
The feeling of an approaching dawn.
Although the day has not yet ended,
Yet a strange feeling begins to grow.
I await that moment--yesterday suspended,
That very moment--The stopper of the show.
That little angel that Allah(swt) chose,
Comes out forth from among the class,
A word of wisdom, out her mouth goes.
Its called the HADITH SESSION.
Nowhere in my school do you get one of those!!!
-by summy <3