Roses are red, gold can deceive,
You hoard out of fear, but fail to believe.
Zakat's not a loss—it’s your soul being fed,
It cleanses your wealth, not leaves you in dread.
Coins don’t protect when your heart’s full of dust,
But giving with faith—that’s the path of the just.
So fear not the فَقْر, fear keeping it tight—
What you give in the dark will shine in the Light.
©emjay
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