The clock strikes. The footsteps awakening the silent rooms. The words of peace and blessings of Allah Ta’ala echoing in various tones. It’s time for knowledge to descend into these young souls.
Brightening and initialising the day in accordance of the blessed teachings of Muhammad [saw] as the Holy Qur’an states: “Therefore remember Me. I will remember you. Be grateful to Me and never show Me ingratitude” [Al-Baqarah 2:152]
It’s time for these young minds to delve into their books – from the cursive handwriting practise; “finger spaces please” to the vast amount of number bonds; “5 add 5 equals 10.”
Wondering out of the classroom, to gain energy for more to come. Cold milk should do the trick with a dollop of screaming about.
And once again off they stride, unaware of what’s to come. Yet, these young minds continue to please the One who’s in the seventh sky.
“Nouns, adjectives, verbs and connectives” using them all to combine a poem of a boy who lay sick in bed. Questions upon questions – answers upon answers about the endangerment of the Amazon Rainforest.
Placing themselves line by line to bow down to the One who created us all. Raising their hands innocently requesting for more sweets and toys.
Then, the clock strikes again and through the doors they all go – leaving an imprint for what tomorrow beholds.