Strange are the ways of God, Strange is the help He provides, I love you to the moon and beyond, There aren’t many places to hide! The sky above heads be a witness, When helpless were helped by a helpless, The amount of effort that it took me, How shall I put in words? I feel restless! The shadow over Napier road, Karachi, Of a once-scarred moon needing justice, Will bring back the grace and enlighten, This painful dichotomy of success! This too shall pass and so quickly I recall, I took you to Italy, Five years young and your mother, Recovering from hell and so swiftly. In 12 years with 39 surgeries, A breadwinner with burnt-flesh hungry, By lack of equality in our system, Then gave up on life and her country! For graduating from a school in Rome, To being a brand ambassador back home Your late mother and a secret benefactor, Are happy that so neatly you’ve grown! So settle dust and try leaving footprints, At junior soccer team and take your chances, But never leave your roots; God will help you, In all walks of life and circumstances! For strange are the ways of God, And strange is the help He provides I love you to the moon and beyond There aren’t many places to hide!