Mother

Posted under Dreams, Future, Nasiha, Orphans, Seeds, children, love, mother, mum

Assalamualaykum

A friend of mine left the following poem as a comment. I believe it deserves more than that.

This is the reflection of a sister who recently lost her mother.

May Allah (swt) instill in us the correct respect and love for our parents. Ameen.

Mother

I first saw light
my eyes blinked and opened
within your womb

In pain and distress
I entered life

You touched death
when I took my first breath

So small
I could lie, squirming and stretching
upon your gentle hand

Through tiredness and concern
I grew and learned

I found safety on your lap
a love that never fades

In later years I stood
and challenged you
rejecting your authority

But I returned.
where else to go
but to the one who knows me so well

Here I am again
a mother now
and you are gone

Your memory shines in my mind
I speak to mind
as you did to me

Arms outstretched
to collect broken fallen life
a haven
eagerly awaited

A lap, on which to rest
as I found comfort in you

Now I close my eyes
and feel your loving arms
hold me tight

Every word, kiss and kindness
is never lost
it shines in my being
and reflects onto mine.

It is not usually until we grow up and have children of our own that we truly appreciate the love and nurturing we received at the hands of our mothers….. may Allah have mercy upon them.

“Mum, you are so far away from me, yet in my heart, my dreams, you are always near.”

Why Don’t You Feel My Pain?

Posted under Dawah, Nasiha, Orphans, Seeds, think

Assalamualaykum;

I’m currently working on project to raise awareness regarding the issue of how Muslim children are put through the foster/adoption system, and the effects this has …

Here’s a poem which sum’s it all up …

You look to me and question, why don’t I smile?
You ask why I look at you with such contempt?
After all who are you to me in the end?

I am just a child, like many others
A child born from the lusts of love
I am child small and insignificant to the world.

Yet I may be a child, but I am well versed
Well versed in the cruelty of the world
Well versed in the greed an heartlessness of man.

Abused under drunken rage
A sponge of harsh words and hurt.
I have no place I belong
I’m just small and insignificant.

Who is to hear my pleads and cries?
Who is to hear my sobs and tears?

So now before you ask why I no longer smile?
Or why I stare at you with such contempt?

Think …

This small child is a Muslim hurt and scared
This small child so insignificant who wonders;

If the ummah is one..
Then why don’t they feel my pain?