Among it's leaves are many faces
of those from whom I came;
It's bark is the strength of family
it's roots became my name.
My Family Tree
There's a family tree that
grows within my house,
a tree with many lives;
It holds within it's great branches
a tale that makes it thrive.
Among it's leaves are many faces
of those from whom I came;
It's bark is the strength of family
it's roots became my name.
This tree is very precious
it has lived untold years;
It will live on in life and memory,
and bring both joy and tears.
My
family tree is a treasure
that I'll pass on to mine;
They'll nurture it and make it grow
until the end of time.
Poem by: Cheryl Jones
Hadeeth - Bukhari (#47), Muslim, Dawud, and Tirmidhi
Kulayb ibn Manfa'ah told us, "My grandfather asked the Prophet of Allah ( peace be upon him ) with whom he should maintain good relations. The Prophet ( peace be upon him ) replied,
"Your mother and father, your sister and brother, and then your next of kin. (This is) an essential responsibility and a relationship that must be maintained."
