Eighteen years ago Joy of joys He was born A boy, a boy! Mash’Allah, how he’s grown Handsome and tall Ready to conquer the world Ready to win it all Beware, my son There are pitfalls abound Temptations laid by Shaytan To make you fall to the ground Disguised in the innocent packages Of sweet little girls All big eyes and A multitude of curls Lower your gaze Put your face to the ground Remember Shaytan whispers Even if there’s no sound The world is your oyster Life moves at fast pace Cars, phones, cool threads Much provided by Allah’s good grace But Beware that arrogance Doesn’t make you fall on your face Come on! He said It’s not so bad These days it’s normal To have girls as friends It’s all just fun Don’t be so old fashioned,Mom If I don’t talk to them How will I know which one’s‘The One’ Leave that to Allah swt Concentrate on your studies Increase your knowledge of the Deen Leave all those ’buddies’ Earn some respect Don’t end up a ‘has been’ Remember there will come The time for payback As parent I can just pray and advise And hope you don’t make a mistake I fear for your future It’s your Akhira at stake!