On the hard ground she lay,
A thing forgotten, left to decay,
Her chest heaving up and down,
Her heart beating, but she could hear no sound.
A tear slid down ever so slowly,
Never before had she felt so lonely.
As if to fall within the folds…
In my Masjid, the Khateeb mentioned two stories that were very touching and emotional. They were the Tale of Two Cities (Charles Dickens) Lives: one man and one girl. Both go through the same trials (concerning the types of friends they had), but …