A torrid slide of wet sand
Enveloping every car and hand
Courtiers whirling in a death defying spin
From a thousand to hundred their din
Rain water rolling down hills
Everyone knew the perils
But little did they do or say
Engrossed in the games they play
He said patient be
Till you meet me
At the edge of the pond
In the world beyond
Blessed is he for he felt our pain
To Hudhayfa he said in words plain
Humans they are flesh and meat
But within devilish hearts beat
When will their hearts melt?
And notice how we felt
Are their hearts frozen in ice?
Will they not stir once or twice?