Sisters of the Deen
Friendships that blossom. Smiles to share. In front of them, i uncover my hair. To study
together, a laugh and a smile.
A shoulder to cry on. This sister is mine. Praying together, hopes and fears. Laughter and
tears.
Trust and honesty. Our friendships blossom.
Black, white, brown or grren. Race is no division cause we all have our deen.
Copyright © Yasmin Ilahi | Year Posted 2009
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