The Old Age

It is a tym when our powerful arms lose their strength

Strong leg become weak and bent…teeth falling out

The old age

Teeth fall so we cant chew the food we like

Eyes got no clear vision, we become blind

The light from the moon and the sun become blak

The old age….yu become deaf  becoming heard in hearing

Ya hair becomes white

We become too old to be the father or mother of a baby

Then we will go to our new home-the grave forever.

And the streets will be filled with people going to our funeral

And coming from our funeral

I hope those who done righteous deeds

And planted love seeds

Will find it comfortable

To sleep in the grave

Let there be peace in our grave

Indeed Allah to return us to life in the grave

Is able……

May Allah allow us the comfort of the grave

And not its punishment……