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بســـم
الله الرحمن
الرحيم |
PROPOSED CHANGES IN
THE ENGLISH POETRY BOOK FOR K.G for AL - MADRASA
students, so that the children can easily identify the familiar
values, derive inspiration there from and at the same time enjoy
their singing.
Instead of sending Yankee Doodle to London, we send our own
Yasmin & Zainab to Bombay. Our children are more familiar
with masjid - Maula & salgirah than baker's man and baking of
cakes.
Little Jack Horner eating his Christmas pie is not a familiar
concept with our children, and it compliments haughtiness and the
'I' factor. We would like our Taher & Saifuddin to share
their tiffin, together thus bringing out the noble trait of
'brotherhood'.
Doctor Foster went to Gloster, stepped into a puddle, and will
never go there again. Our Doctor Taher, although he got himself
fully drenched in the rain, will go again and again. The child
thus learns to value the noble profession of the Doctor.
'Knock at the door, peep in' says one poem but ISLAM teaches us
to knock at the door and wait till you are called in.
On this 86th salgirah mubarak of our beloved Maula Syedna
Mohammad Burhanuddin Saheb (TUS) the true AL - ALIM I dedicate my
humble effort and herald a small beginning to usher in far
reaching changes befitting the teachings of ISLAM and my MAULA
and I fervently hope that in time to come, many enlightened
educated mumeneens will join in this effort, so that our
posterity will remember our DAI and his noble deeds.
LONG LIVE SYEDNA
MOHAMMAD BURHANUDDIN SAHEB (TUS)
ABDE SYEDNA (TUS)
ASGAR MULLA FAKHRUDDIN
CALCUTTA.
| Pat - a - cake, pat -
a - cake, baker’s man Bake me a cake as fast as you can Pat it, and prick it and Mark it with T And put it in the oven for baby and me. |
Ammi make me a pretty
dress Ammi make me a pretty dress As fast as you can, I will love to wear it to masjid MAULA’S salgirah is near at hand. |
| Little Jack Horner Sat in a corner Eating his Christmas pie He put in his thumb And pulled out a plum And said - "What a good boy am I" |
Little Taher and
Saifuddin Sat together Sharing their tiffin Sharing their joys With each other |
| Goosey Goosey Gander Whither shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs And in my lady’s chamber There I met an old man Who wouldn’t say his prayers? I caught him by the left leg And threw him down the stairs |
Upstairs and
downstairs, I jumped and I ran In my Abbu’s room I met an old man He prayed and he fasted Not a word he wasted He lived long and strong Till I grew up to be a man |
| Doctor Foster went to
Gloster In a shower of rain He stepped in a puddle Up to his middle and Never went there again |
Doctor Taher went out
on a call In a shower of rain He got himself wet from hand to foot No big deal he thought I will go again when called. |
| Yankee Doodle went to
London Riding on a pony He stuck a feather in his cap And called it macaroni |
Yasmin zainab went to
Bombay Riding on a train Ziyarat of Maula Saifuddin Was their only aim? |
| Knock at the door,
peep in, Pull the latch and walk in, Take a chair; sit down there, Say Good Morning Mr. Chin Chin, Chin |
Knock at the door, Do not walk in, When your knock is answered, With a smiling face, Now walk in. |
| Good morning Mr. Sun, My day has just begun, We like to see your shining face, Good morning Mr. Sun. |
Ahlan - va - sala O
morning Sun You spread light all around, We say our prayers before you are up, And when you are high above And when you dip your shining face, We pray with joy and love. |
| Asgar Fakhruddin | asgarubi@gmail.com |