A VERY DEEP POEM FOR ME :)
Look, the carriage has come
Let me weep till my heart is done
If I cannot weep as much as I would like
Just allow my heart to become light
I suppose I will have to leave
Leave the ties of love that seem impossible to retrieve
What shall my abode be?
When I have to leave the affection and love showered on me
Leave the doting, attention and affection
Leave my parents, sisters, brothers and their attraction
I am breaking away and leaving them all
I am taking leave from them all
I was the little chirping bird of the garden
Oh has it really passed by, I beg your pardon
I was a little doll to play with as I went
Oh how blissful was the adolescence I spent
Every one of my friends I could meet
With a heart wide open, clean, with nothing discreet
Though I shall be leaving you all
Never shall I forget you at all
In my heart here shall always dwell
Until Qiyaamah something to tell
Never shall I forget you, O mother
For the fondness you showed me with no bother
Nor the generosity and compassion
With which you raised me in your unique fashion
You let me play gleefully on swings
This I shall never forget, the treatment given to kings
Never shall I forget
All that you did for me without regret
What now is this final deed
Merely for show, that the world may heed?
To see what you have done for me
Out of your home you have cast me
A disgrace of fate
What banishment of late!
Your generosity for me seems a thing of the past
Out of your home have I been cast.
So, here's how the mother reply
Listen well, O my broken-hearted one
All that has happened is your turn has come
This period dawns on every child
This bridge has to be crossed by everyone meek and mild
This time of separation does arrive
For all people in the world alive
Such is the custom of the world in which we have mirth
Such are the practices of our earth
The one whom you call mother with such love
Was also someone’s daughter, their turtledove
She was also the beloved child of her mother
Showered with the affection of her sister and brother
Those who have raised you, with whom you have grown
Never shall you be separated from them to be on your own
Theirs you shall always be and they yours
Then what for do you grieve, always open are their doors
On a throne they always gave you a seat
Showed you happiness most complete
Despite hardship, they gave you comfort and ease
They never held anything against you, so should you, please
Never speak against them an ill word
Not even ‘Oof!’ or something unheard
The reputation of your family you now hold in your hand
Honour it, do not rub it in the sand
You are the product of my efforts and toil
You are the fruit of my love, from my very soil
You will find everything with us here
So leave with happiness, have no fear
There shall be difficulty and strain
There shall be effort and pain
There will be heartache, but every tunnel ends with light
You will also have love, happiness and delight
By no behaviour, by no manner, not at all
Should you ever allow this to topple and fall
Those who have nurtured and raised you so
Still love you and are letting you go
This enjoyment, this pleasure
This blissful life, this leisure
This carefree life without sorrow
Are all fleeting by, not there tomorrow
May Allaah grant you happiness where you are headed
Even more than you had here where your roots are embedded
May Allaah grant you everything you want and need
Love, contentment, happiness and all on which your heart can feed
Not by error or by something you earn
For the home of your parents should your heart never yearn
From every mother comes this advice so sincere
Never forget it, never disregard it my treasured dear
Always serve your husband well
Fulfil his wishes before he can tell
You will flower and bear fruit too
If you remember what I have just said to you
What my mother used to say was true
Her advice was good I always knew
In certain ways the husband is unto his wife
Like her Rabb, the Giver of her life
He will always keep her happy and content
If she devotedly remains his, doing nothing without his consent
Her world will be like Jannah so near
Her Aakhirah will be Jannah without fear
True were the words of my mother dear.
-From A Gift To Muslim Bride's book. This book is so wonderful. Love it so much. Pdf version pun sanggup baca tu. :)
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