Guest Room : My prayers are my friends

The poem below was written by Kabir Koser, who is 8 years old, and is on the autistic spectrum. In the video, he offers prayers in four languages, generously including all those who take the time to watch.

I sometimes feel down like a dog without it’s bone 
Or a tree without its leaves,  
Because the work is too hard for me  
It’s difficult for me to write  
It’s difficult for me to draw  
It’s difficult for me to colour in something I adore  
I feel uncertain like a throw of a dice, that I might do something unwise  
But when I say a prayer, this weight that’s on my back  
Lifts off like a plane and I can begin to try again

I love saying “thy kingdom come, thy will be done”  
I feel joy saying “Ek Ong kar, Satnam”    
I feel peace with “Om Bhur Bhuvah Svah”  
And I love ending with “Kufuwan ahadun” 

My prayers keep me strong  
And my prayers keep me wise   
My prayers are my friends and 
My prayers lift me up like a song

My heart sings with Allah, my heart sings with Jesus 
My heart sings with Shiva, my heart sings with Waheguru 
My heart sings with all the names and forms of God, I adore each and everyone.

3 Replies to “Guest Room : My prayers are my friends”

  1. Maery Nauroz

    What a beautiful attitude and a truth

    My friends are my prayers

    Thank you Nawab for sharing this

  2. Arifa Margarita Jauregui

    Thank you Murshid for sharing so lovely prayer. He reminds me that we all have the best friends. Ya Azis.


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