The world seems much larger in the eyes of a child, with dreams to hold joy her visions
speak loud. And throughout dark ages her stories find truth, and the morals of laughter she sings to new youth. Through growing she learns
and has a hunger to teach, while keeping up wishes with stars she can't reach.
And she finds all her anger to slip by her fears, with nights as her comfort to shed away tears. She draws brand new
pictures to paint a new life, while climbing new burdens and beating down strife. And through the heart of a stranger she seeks to
be free, and finds bits of strength in what she finds love to be. But reaching new hights the world becomes small, through the soul of a women whose eyes she o­nce saw.

Taubah Abdul-Ba'eth
Dedicated to Ms. Dale Matthes my
9th and 11th grade English teacher

 It's fortold-the dreams which creap away in the mornings. I love you-what can these words of life seperate which love can connect together again. It is hate, and dispite the ties of our family the favor dwendles o­n-past the respect of years. Yet Islam teaches us different-for all I am told-yet I yearn for knowledge which you refuse to give because of the lack of knowledge I posses. I reach out to you-over and over and you take my cries as begs from an ignorant student-when reality tells it's cries from a lost child-lost daughter of your purest Islam. How do I reach you?

Taubah Abdul-Ba'eth