In the garden of memories, a bloom so divine.
A mother's love, an eternal lifeline.
Reading the holy book, a melody that dawdles on.
She was holy and a saint like persona.
Through her Guiding hands and a comforting embrace,
So many greats emerge.
Her absence, a longing I can’t negate.
Because it’s painful, but pain is all I got.
Through tear-stained skies and whispered prayer,
Her spirit lingers, a presence rare.
She was Loved, she was cherished and adored by all.
A minute spent + her, a lifetime reverberations.
The mother, the friend and the legendary Seyda Mint Sheikh (SMS).
A President, A billionaire, A beggar, she don’t tell apart.
She came, she lived, she thrived, all in a short story line.
A love so pure, now in moments, she's gone.
She was an inspiration to all,
she was remarkably unique,
she was a phenomenal woman.
She raised me up like a father, loved me as mother and respected me like a leader.
She was the greatest ever friend and
a mother +,
more importantly she was Seyda Mint Sheikh (SMS).
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He splashed his cash like millionaires do
Not what he seemed is accurate and true
For beware my friends he is a fake sheikh
Giving him your money would be a mistake
He talks freely of his big house and yacht
Quite open and frank of the money he's got
I will say it again he is totally a fake sheikh
What sheikhs do you know eat steak ?
So heed my advice stay clear of this man
The only oil he owns comes in a can
I know from experience he's a fake sheikh
Left others like me in his grasp and wake
What was that?
A cat’s shadow by moonlight?
Or what was that
now scudding past my sight?
A cloud, or one who rides,
who rides at dead of night?
So told this tale a desert pilgrim to his son:
"That day the sun seemed from my brow
a camel's hair away. Below my feet
burning liquid gold. Upon a dune
a figure stood like none I ever saw.
But for Allah's mercy
I that day had died where
on my kneesI fell.
Was this Sheikh Maut,
of whom once Abdul spake
in fearful tone.’ The night
Infant brother died, I saw
an angel's shape lowering over the cradle
where he lay and snatched
me thought his very breath away? '
And many more have told such tales.
Some say in black,
some say in white
some say in garbs of
gold an purple stripe
Sheikh Maut appears in palaces,
or where the beggar cries:’ For Allah,
and His mercy's sake a coin, a coin.'
I heard no voice save that
of sand and wind:
'Here all is one, the endless sea of land,
but not to mock, he preaches unto deaf and blind.
It is to teach the brotherhood of Man'"
The flying hills and its tinted gold
Its pyramids and the blinking moulds
Beautiful the night, a city behold
New dawn it was at Bur Dubai
The city that never boasts of mountain
Infertile the land unfriendly the grains
Until comes a dreamer called Maktoum
Muhammed, the son to raise the tune
At the sea end stands nations inertia
In father’s desires, Maktoum built to sky
Descendants of warriors, to sea he claimed
To build the Palms, the earth, for world to hail
Friend of Bangladesh -
Lionhearted Sheikh Mujib
Is the nation’s pride!