July 3, 2007 by contact.

By Sr. Kamila

Muslim Child, child of Peace, child of War, 

from a far-off distant shore, 

what do your black eyes see? 

My eyes are not only black. 

Sometimes they are blue as the sky 

or green as a tropical sea 

or brown as the trunk of a palm tree 

and every shade in between. 

My skin can be black as molasses 

or as pink as the blush on a rose, 

as golden as freshly made honey 

or dark copper brown as a penny 

and every shade in between. 

I am the richest of the rich 

and the poorest of the poor; 

as famous as famous can be; 

a general’s child, pampered and bored; 

a soldier’s child, orphaned by war; 

and every rank in between. 

I come from many countries, 

speaking many languages, 

but with one set of beliefs. 

I believe in God who sent 

Muhammad, Noah, Abraham, 

Moses and Jesus 

and every messenger in between. 

So then, Muslim Child, child of Peace, 

what do your bright eyes see? 

I see that we’re each a piece 

in the puzzle of humanity. 

I’ll try to understand you 

if you try to understand me.

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July 3, 2007 by contact.

By Sr. Kamila 

Everyone walking on the face of the earth 

come from one woman and man. 

So why should we fight? We should be making peace 

and doing all the good that we can. 

One big family. 

One big family. 

Let’s live together in harmony. 

We’re one big family. 

Whether we’re from the north or south, 

from the east or west or between, 

we all know what love is about, 

and it hurts when people are mean. 

One big family. 

One big family. 

Let’s live together in harmony. 

We’re one big family. 

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July 3, 2007 by contact.

By Rukhsana Khan 

Thank You, Allah for the sun so bright That shines from up above. 

Thank You, Allah, for my family, 

Who taught me how to love. 

Thank You, Allah, for the trees that give Fruit and wood and shade. 

Thank You, Allah, for the good You put 

In everything You made. 

For the water falling down as rain From the cloudy sky; 

For the moonbeams and the stars so bright 

Shinning through the night. 

For the mountains standing big and tall; The oceans deep and wide; 

For the creatures that are both big and small 

That run and swim and fly. 

There’s so much to be thankful for; So much that words can’t say. 

So thank You, Allah, for the many gifts 

You give to me each day.