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the little room
that house my deed and I
how small not fit for a matress nor mat
that room must be visit by all
for no amoun of wealth can save you from the room

oh my, what a world
I sighted my brother 
walking feeling pompos as though he owns the world
wealth make him intoxicated that he forget his visit to that room
 what a pain
I lost my loveones to it

my tears could not bring them back nor my agony
I was left with the law of patient 
hoping to see them, with a great smile someday

oh Allah make this room
a comfort and easy one
for us and our loveones