Misbah has always wanted to pursue writing as a career. She loves to do poetry. She is conveying messages of love through her poetry.
This is an old poem, but I think it fits Brenda Arledge's word challenge week 38, "Rainbows." So I've changed it a little and re-sharing it. I hope everyone enjoys it. Thank you so much, Brenda, for this wonderful prompt.
For me, a rainbow symbolizes peace, unity, and happiness. A feeling of pleasure. A sense of oneness without division and difference. Just like a sense of brotherhood.
What does Islam say about Brotherhood?
In Islam, brotherhood is a broad idea based on a good character with others, treating people the way we want to be treated, and uniting around shared values. It is classified into three levels: religion, family, and humanity. Each of these levels contains a set of rights and obligations that a Muslim must respect in his or her interactions with others. The most powerful level of brotherhood is the feeling of community, friendship, and doing good with fellow humans for the sake of Allah. We are all one. The creations of the same God. I may call Him by one name and you by another, but we are all His believers.
“We have flown the air like birds and swum the sea like fishes, but have yet to learn the simple act of walking the earth like brothers.”
— Martin Luther King Jr.
The Rainbow Brothers
The sun woke up for the first time,
For our sleeping land to wake up.
From the cocoon of the night flowed four skinny men.
Brethren, desirous of heat, life, and light.
Streaked with red veins, their fragile, transparent bodies.
Were covered with a thin cellophane dermis.
The sun can see 'em.
A chill so strongly decided to stop their fragility.
As the Lord of all colors,
He put four crayons in one raindrop.
As a slender elf, the drop precipitated,
Then, volatile steam liberated pencils.
With rapid Scribblings, colored mines,
From a different tint, one skin on each flesh.
They were thus clothed with the necessary clothing,
Which made them resist the great polar winter.
The sun provided them with various pigments,
To identify themselves in this universe.
The color of the first, darker than brass,
Earned him to be named by the others as 'African'.
The second tint of copper, like a day of discoloration,
Was given the name 'Indian'.
The third, stripped of nitric jade,
Thus called the term 'Asian'.
The appearance of the latter was opaline-white.
Everyone else called him Caucasian.
For the celebration, the sun had warmed them,
They caught hands and began to dance.
Filled with laughter and joy and intoxicated with happiness,
They became brothers right from the start.
They began to turn at such a speed,
That the circle they formed grew into shimmering pastels.
African, Asian, Indian, or Caucasian,
If you really think that we are one,
You can see by lowering your eyelids,
Beyond borders, much higher than the earth,
Very far in the universe, to light-years away,
The dazzling glow of a rainbow-brother love.
The believers are but brothers, so make reconciliation between your brothers and fear Allah that you may receive mercy.
— Surat al-Hujurat 49:10
We Are One Human Kind Brothers Side By Side
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