Life, Blessed Life

Source of Inspiration: "Allah is the light of the Heaven and the earth. The similitude of His light is a niche, wherein There is a lamp, the lamp is, as it were, a glittering star Kindled from a blessed olive tree. An olive, neither of the east, nor of the west Whose oil would glow forth, although no fire touched it, Light upon light , Allah guides whom he pleases.” (The light : 24:35) I remembered her in her last days She was weak and fragile, Yet, the overseas call used to capture her voice Gentle and strong. I never saw her missed her morning prayer I never saw her not busy, A busy mom, she was With raising all of us. I touched her hand in a gentle way The hand that prayed for me many a time I had so many words tightened in my chest Suffocated to hear her voice , one more time. Life, blessed life, feels nothing without her precious memory!