(tenth moment)
He was spitting tears as he held jars of jasmine
The water was ready for the rite
But he couldn’t do it and he handed it to me
He could see I was ready for the rite
He whispered guidance to me
And we bathed my father
But he cried, like a brother, he cried like a son
Because my father would always help him
After the cars had gone
The duties done
I showered, prayed, then sat
Wondering when I would cry like a son.
By Ali A. Naqvi
wow this is really personal but i'm glad you're sharing it. it's really deep and it's really good mashAllah.
ReplyDeleteInna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un