Notes About The Poem
This poem is a raw and moving tribute to a mother's eternal love and sacrifice. The imagery is powerful, especially the metaphor of the mother as a tree nurturing a garden of peace. Its emotional depth resonates deeply, capturing grief, gratitude, and spiritual longing with sincerity. A beautifully crafted reflection on loss and memory.
Mother, A Miraculous Word
"Rabbir hamhuma kama Rabbayani Sagheera."
("My Lord, have mercy upon my parents as they brought me up when I was small.")
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In every tongue of every land, in every syllable ever uttered
resides one pure word: Mother.
A face adorned like a flower in full bloom,
a grace radiant as the full moon’s glow, balanced in magical light.
Mother, the name of love that stretches across the cosmos,
the glory of earthly immortality.
She is a realm within my bones,
When I was lost in the depths of a storm-dark night,
She was the light that showed me the way.
Mother. Mother, and mother again.
Every word, every verse, every breath is mother.
I found Allah in her eyes.
I discovered the universe in her love.
She nourished me, nurtured me,
like a gem too sacred to be bought or sold.
She taught me how to live
to cherish joy, to treasure kinship.
She taught me to resist the pull of vengeance,
to confront arrogance with friendship.
She even taught me to love those who hated me.
Such splendid strength, such mystic power lives within her.
It gave me the will to carry on,
to cross the ocean of sorrow by the force of her love.
When I bow in prayer, I still hear you whisper,
"Well done, my son, live with the fear of Allah."
Mother, a word full of miracles, beyond definition.
You taught me to rise to the sky,
yet keep my eyes on the earth.
I miss you most when night falls,
In the silence, your light still brightens my thoughts.
Mother, a star in the sky of my compassion.
Her radiant eyes kept watch over me.
I never believed in eternity without her.
But she left me…
Now I am alone!
A lifeless stone among the living.
Mother, that glorious, exalted name,
I have lost that name today.
I am left with only the ache of her absence.
No connection remains,
except the haunting presence of mortality,
whispering that I may only meet her soul beyond this world.
And so today,
I lift my hands to the Creator
and pray for her peace
just as she once raised hers
to protect me in her arms.
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