Angel

Her eyes creased as rain poured heavily behind the window.

She felt like every time the drop ran down the glass, expressing a tear of her own in unison.

Her eyes traced each drop in sadness, her heart in suffocation.

Enduring so much, yet never whispering a word.

There she sat on her chair and hugged her cup of coffee; not a blink from her eye.

Recalling every heartfelt moment, like she always did in her solitude.

Her blood yearned for her homeland, her hands resembling her hard work and her wrinkles formed from every glimpse of her grandchildren and the death of so many.

Yet despite all that, her daughter walks in and her heart breaks free for just a second.

Tears of joy silently fall as her daughter goes on about her day.

Her lips are like mine. What I would do if I lost you...

Every day over and over, her heart rejoices as she cherishes her daughter’s hands, and forgets the pain she went through to bear her.

And yet

There was never a thankyou

There was never a time when the girl turned around for that one last sentence that would complete her mother’s heart.

There was never a time when she realised that under her mother’s touch, she could find shelter.

And there was never a time when she stopped to look deeper in her mother’s eyes, and read the pain that only a daughter could do.

Another day passed and her daughter walked through the door and sat next to her mother as she hugged her cup.

Not a word, not a whisper, only a gaze..

Despite the pure reflection, the hazel eyes could not hide the pain and the hurt.

The angel that had beared so much was being neglected by her very fruit

“Heaven lies under the feet of the mother”

Heaven’s angel was right there all that time.

Equal to her she could not find, love to another she could not give

Shelter somewhere else, she could not uncover

A sweeter smell, she could not fathom.

And there was silence.

She unfolded through her bliss like the sun kissed rose and embraced her like never before; her gentle touch an abode for her heart.

Her red eyes met her mothers, which laughed and forgave the fruit that was in the beginning of realisation.

"We have enjoined on man and woman to be good to their parents; show gratitude to Me and to thy parents; to Me is thy final goal”

And so she sat...her arms around her mother, like the very day she was born.

This woman is but an angel that has fallen from heaven to come to earth

She closed her eyes in her embrace, listening to the soft beat of her mothers heart that was in peace at last.

~Fatima~

Not really a poem, but a little message to everyone. Love your mothers & care for them every day like it is your last, for they are the foundations of our reason in being here and have made us what we are today. May Allah swt bless all our mothers, accept all their a'maal and have mercy upon those who have lost their dear mothers.