Parents

Wear that dress that hugs your curbs, Wear that tights that highlights your inner thighs. The race is on, your innocence the prize. Packaged almost perfectly, turns on the sides resemble, ripe, stripes, white and black stripes, no stripes for a general, a general perception, generally held by men, who will say he shouldn't have what they couldn't have and swore by Allah they wouldn't have but lusted in their minds at. So I wonder, how did she leave her house dressed that way? dressed like a lady of the night in the middle of the day, with her hips a sway, making all the, boys, men, want to play, willing to pay, the price in cash, and be gone in a flash, now she feels like trash, no longer a catch. Her self esteem is now knee high, no longer shy, will go home with any guy, or girl, because she likes the best of both worlds, no longer values her body, has a dark soul, grows old, hating herself, hating men, hating life, decides to commit suicide.

Am not saying this is always how it ends, am saying we can't pretend, being a child's mother or father is not enough, be a parent, be firm but patient. Make sure your child is in bed before you go to bed, and was fed and teach your son, look a place to lay his head before he lays is head. No child must say that you never did your best while Allah does the rest and parents, watch what your kids wear, try to select their gear, no chemical in their hair, trying to make them look older, and don't be afraid to scold him or her and teach your child the value of prayer.