Ibrahim wrote this book just a few hours ago,
About his heros, the ones he respected you know.
He drew the pictures as best as he could,
Wrote a nice story about them as he should.
Then he stapled it and clipped it on the wall
Said I want to publish this and show it to them all.
I told him he had to do his very best,
Don't worry about what others say, as this is your test.

Work on your handwriting making sure its not a mess
Making your story readable and not making people guess.
He nodded his head and said that's a great idea and thank you,
He said I'll dedicate them all to you too.
He gave me this hug and a kiss on the cheek,I said ok ok...
jazakuAllahkhairun you little sneak.
That's when he started to say,How did you know that was my plan to play
I told him Im his mother and I knew him very well
I said you shouldnt play tricks like that as the place will be hell.
He said I'm sorry I just didn't know,
I'm just a child, I make mistakes, should i go?
I said no no, that's not necessary but just remember for next time,
He said mommy how did you end up writing this rhyme?
I said that's my talent as it has been passed onto you
Value it and use it for good or we'll be through
Do good things and dont decieve another,
as in the quran and hadith its written for your muslim brother.
He said I promise I'll do my bestafterall this is one of Allah's Test.
alhamdulillah I say now let's get readytime to sleep, nice and steady...
( the trick he played was that he was kissing up to me to get something, he wanted some more choc milk with some cookies before his lunch time).