Yasmin Ilahi Poet I do not know?

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.

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Belinda Parish February 11, 2009 at 2:13 PM So great when people from different races can come together and form a unity of friendship...I so wish more people would do that in today's world...Good write Yasmin

Michael Degenhardt February 11, 2009 at 12:58 PM I will be honest and say I don't know what a deen is but I still get the meaning of this wonderful write. Underneath it all, there should be no differences. Well said. Michael