This I Know
written by: Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
I know that hands that give never lack
that our good deeds are rivers, they flow and return.
My illiterate mother’s lessons were the first I heard
As she’d usually say, do good, not for thanks, but because you can.
I know that a simple life is a peaceful one
that wealth is not counted by one’s bank savings but in one’s grace.
She taught me to walk like a servant upon the earth
to leave footprints, not wounds, in the hearts of others.
I know that thoughts are seeds we plant when no one looks
that to wish harm is to drink poison yourself.
She once told me to let my heart be a home for the sun
To be warm and open, never dark with shadows.
I know that strength is not in the battles we win in public
but in those that we concede in private and let others win.
She showed me that the loudest language is compassion
spoken eloquently in those acts of care and affection.
And when the world turned its back on me
I hear her still:
Do good, be good,
Even when you don’t get a thank you.
And that I know, and that is enough.
- This I Know - April 8, 2025
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