A teacher stands, a beacon bright,
To guide the lost, to show the light.
Not just for those who walk the straight,
But for the ones who hesitate.
The duty’s weight is not for ease,
It calls to nurture, calls to please.
To shape the mind, the heart, the soul,
To make the broken spirit whole.
For every student, good or flawed,
Is but a trust, a gift from God.
A murabbi’s role is not to flee,
But to embrace this sacred decree.
The weak, the wayward, those who stray,
Need hands to mould, not cast away.
Their faults, though glaring, can transform,
When love confronts the brewing storm.
So face the rebel, face the fight,
Show patience, wisdom, teach what’s right.
Correct with care, rebuke with grace,
Bring Allah’s mercy to their space.
A teacher’s path is not of fear,
But courage, steady, year by year.
For in the work of hearts and minds,
The murabbi’s legacy shines.
To run from this is to deny
The trust bestowed from up on high.
O teacher, rise, fulfill the call,
Your role, the noblest of them all.