Sun, Feb

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"There is a peaceful little mosque
From out the green trees peeping
God sends a gentle call to break
The silence she is keeping

To all who care to enter
She has opened wide her doors
God's loving welcome is for all
The rich man and the poor

Beneath an alien sky she stands
The day is bright and clear
Around her crescent sunbeams play
And always God is near

The sun sinks in the west
We hear the call to prayer
God's blessings on the little mosque
And all who enter there


The first mosque in the UK