Islam is a rose,
glistening in the heart of a field.

Always the hardest to acheive,
but the most rewarding of the yeild.

For you see, like Islam, the rose is a beauty,
only when watered and cared for.

But when shunned and neglected,
the rose withers into ugliness, nothing more.

So, we must care for the rose,
and be the best sheild.

For Islam is a rose,
glistening in the heart of a field.

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