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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 met before
from a priest’s room to a Buddhist’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 lose 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 ‘The Holy Qurān’.
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.
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.
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