Away from our hands.
Our old heritage, courteous, honorable, irreplaceable, great, solid, exquisite, and special. Back then it was our life, our hope, our culture, our strength, our pride, our society, and our morals but slowly away from our hands, it slips. Right in front of our sight classifying it as a setback, a black image, leaving out its importance in our daily morals, and then we complain morals have gone into extinction in this generation. How would there be when none is taking cognizance of what’s necessary? Are we to continue like this? When would we wake up to the drowning light of our heritage? Oh, how bad would our forefathers feel? Oh, how well would they query us in the afterlife? Let’s put up all that is necessary and build on a better heritage that they have left down for us. Instead of slipping out of our hands, let us slip into our hands the more.
Toheeb Ibrahim
