Before the morning lights the sky,
An old man walks as people pass by.
A coin he gives with a gentle smile,
A small good deed that travels a mile.
Just one coin, just one prayer,
Allah sees it, He is fair.
A tiny seed in a single hand,
Allah makes a growing land.
One small act, done with love,
Multiplied by the One above.
The neighbour asks, “Is just one coin,
Worth the effort, worth the time?”
He smiles softly, “To someone in need,
Even one bread is a blessed deed.”
Just one coin, just one prayer,
Allah sees it, He is fair.
A tiny seed in a single hand,
Allah makes a growing land.
One small act, done with love,
Multiplied by the One above.
The coin buys fruit, the seller earns,
He feeds his child, the blessing turns.
From hand to hand, the goodness flows,
Where it ends, only Allah knows.
Just one coin, just one prayer,
Allah sees it, He is fair.
A tiny seed in a single hand,
Allah makes a growing land.
One small act, done with love,
Multiplied by the One above.