Tuesday

Bibi Sakinah (as)



Acrostic Poem
Sweet little Sakinah, daughter of Husayn
A child of only four, went through so much pain
Kind and caring always sharing what she had
In Karbala she saw how Yazid was so bad
Noticing the birds over the prison sky
Aunty Zainab she asked, "where do they fly?"
Home she never reached in Shaam did she die

O sweet Sakinah, for you today we cry

Download and print poem sheet for children to add their own drawings

Paper Plate Bird Craft
Fold paper plate in half
Decorate the bird
Fold the longer side of an A4 sheet of paper accordion style.
Place it through a small horizontal slit cut along the centre of the paper plate