“What’s inside here? ” <br />He asks me as he opens a box. <br />“What does this do? ” <br />He inquires with anticipation. <br />“How does this work? ” <br />He requests with exploring eyes. <br />How my heart revels to watch him play, <br /> <br />And all the time I wonder in my heart, <br />Can it be true? <br />That this young child of mine, <br />At such a tender age, <br />Asks of me, <br />The purpose of mankind? <br /> <br />Has Allah put this in our soul? <br />Imprinted from long ago? <br />The need to feel, <br />The need to know, <br />The need to explore, <br />The need to grow. <br /> <br />How can one so young, <br />Yearn to know his place? <br />How can one so tiny? <br />Want so much to embrace? <br />All this knowledge around him, <br />All there is to see, <br />He drinks it up so readily, <br />So very thirstily? <br /> <br />Is it our God-given right? <br />To ask these questions here? <br />So that we feel so close, <br />To Allah, so very near? <br /> <br />For He is always there, <br />Sustaining us from day one, <br />Until the day we’ll meet Him, <br />Under the burning sun. <br /> <br />So ask away my child, <br />Ask to your hearts content, <br />For this is your purpose, <br />For this you are meant.<br /><br />Aisha Sherazi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child-s-curiosity/
