When I was a little Child
My father loved me much
I was apple of his eyes
with protection of his love
Soon I was brought up
He worked hard just for me
So his son be healthy and happy
Often He was away from the bed
Many years he could not take rest
He was my first teacher
He was my first preacher
We are all His creature
ALLAH is our creator
Do not make other's fun
God detest it o my son
One day you will die
Never you show pride
Never hate never fight
Always be just and kind
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