I wrote this poem during the senior year of high school and wrote it in the yearbook of one of my friends. When I became a freshman at SBU, I changed the words around and directed it towards any general Muslim sister. My high school friend actually wasn’t Muslim, but she had one of the best–and still does–characters I have ever met. May God grant us all beautiful characters, ameen. Every morning in 12th grade when I walked into class, she would be smiling ear to ear just to see me. I’ll never forget it. OK, end of nostalgia.
She saw me come and she smiled
And gave me hearty welcome,
An honest move, I’m not beguiled
This girl is surely something
She never once showed anger
She always kept it tucked inside
When I entered bitterly to her
My heart softened by her side
She’d listen to my hardships,
And with one wave of her hand
They fell between my fingertips
And vanished like the sand
And every day, the same warmth she has
Refuses to run out
Her friendliness never wears
And she never once did shout
So listen well my Muslim sister
Show warmth and self-control
Make sure true beauty doesn’t whither
And make this need no patrol
