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Miracle Child

To my Dearest Mother…
 
I watch you from above, and wonder why you cry,
I try to reach your tears, and then I understand why.
I am elevated here, in the safety of His fold,
My fingers and my toes you can no longer hold.
My mother how can I speak of the times you held me near?
From the day I saw this world, you kept me safe from fear.
Every difficulty I faced, you promised company in those days,
You were my radiant sunshine, and my family were its rays.
Mother, I was your miracle child, the beat to your heart,
I sensed yours and Pappa’s love, right from the very start.
I may not be there now, but here I have the gift to see,
To watch over you as your angel, even Pappa and ‘little me’
I’ll stand by Heaven’s door and wait, till you are holding my hand,
the Creator knows of your perseverance, I pray your reward is grand.
Mother, know I love you, know I’ll always be your miracle boy,
Live, dream and persevere, I’ll be with you through your joy.
I love you Mum
Muhammad S. Parpia
(Saturday 31st December, 2011)
 
 
Personally, having spent time with both mother and child, Muhammad was truly amazing and so was the perseverance of my wonderful friend, Parveen.
I sincerely pray to the Almighty to give Shaukat Bha and Parveen, and their families, a unique strength for the loss of their Miracle Child 
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Hope

Speak of an eternal thought, with which one cannot part

An engraving in my mind, etched delicately in my heart

Talk of an everlasting truth, a memory bright as day

A subconscious beacon of guidance, one that leads the way

A hope eliminating fear, a dream to keep on riding

An urge to continue forward, one in which I keep confiding

Simple a thought it may be, but nonetheless it is a thought

Of a time to come, when hope itself will not be sought

Not out of fear, or the lack of a will, but rather for how it will be

Hope will be there, itself in a form, one’s heart will then see!

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In the Darkness of the Night

In the darkness of the night, when the rest of the world stands still

deep in sleep

I put my forehead to the ground, eager to spend a moment with my Beloved

Not a bird chirps, nor can you hear the wind, silence takes over the universe

The perfect time for a conversation with my Beloved

It is time

I spill my soul to my Lord, the Most High,

The All-Hearing, The All-Knowing

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