• Vart finns Allah? Vart finns han ej?

    He was just a little boy,
    On a week’s first day.
    Wandering home from Islamic school,
    And dawdling on the way.

    He scuffed his shoes in to the grass;
    He even found a caterpillar.
    He found a fluffy milkweed pod,
    And blew out all the ‘filler.’

    A bird’s nest in a tree overhead,
    So wisely placed up so high.
    Was just another wonder,
    That caught his eager eye.

    A neighbor watched his zig zag course,
    And hailed him from the lawn;
    Asked him where he’d been that day
    And what was going on.

    ‘I’ve been to Islamic School ,’
    He said and turned a piece of sod.
    He picked up a wiggly worm replying,
    ‘I’ve learned a lot about Allah.’

    ‘M’m very fine way,’ the neighbor said,
    ‘for a boy to spend his time.’
    ‘If you’ll tell me where Allah is,
    I’ll give you a brand new dime.’

    Quick as a flash the answer came!
    Nor were his accents faint.
    ‘I’ll give you a dollar, Mister,
    If you can tell me where Allah ain’t.’

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