The Real Treasure

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The Real Treasure
By Um-Eesaa

To the world his crime seemed very small
Even he, for a while, was thinking like all
Until, one day he knew he could not continue
And that he would have to find something pure and true

His search took him places he never went before
From a priestأ¢â‚¬â„¢s room to a Buddhistأ¢â‚¬â„¢s door
And though their talks would sound ideal
He knew in his heart there was something more real

He was sitting on a bench, trying not to loose hope
He felt as if around his neck was a rope
When a boy sat beside him, reciting from a book
His voice sweet and flowing, like water from a brook

He knew there and then he had found the treasure chest
To find out about this book would now be his quest
The cover of the book was dark blue and tan
The title in gold letters was أ¢â‚¬ثœThe Holy Quraanأ¢â‚¬â„¢

He asked the boy where this book could be found
He was led to a place he had never seen around
A gray and white house on a side street
Where prayers were in the air and devout Muslims could meet

Inside he saw men sitting on the floor
He saw more men coming through the door
Some men had a look of peace on their face
Others had the look of one who had just won a race

As he accepted this faith as his new way of life
He knew this was what some would call strife
He knew that the luxuries he enjoyed would now decrease
But in his heart he was now finally at peace