Where My Mother Is
I am missing a breath
With every beat of my heart
Since the day you breathed your last,
Since you skipped any more tomorrows
I am living half of my life in the past
And the other half in a sweet sorrow.
Even as people see me living,
I know that I am in truth only dreaming,
And through the window of my soul
I am sadly peering,
To where my mother is,
To where my brother is,
In a beautiful peace.
This is the first observation, and I dare say a sentiment shared by anyone whose loved ones have arrived there in the Hereafter after our short stint in this world. Our departed father or mother, our sister or brother, our beloved kin or friends, they have all discarded this vessel of clay and water that we presently continue to animate.
And this is the second observation…
Whole Once Again
The wound is as fresh as the day
Your sweet eyes closed never to open again,
And this separation remains as poignant as
The joyful expectancy to be with you,
When finally, finally… finally…
I am made whole once again.
Along this thread I came across a third observation, and this is it – If we bumbling clowns of humanity can feel such profound sorrow in separation and the bittersweet expectation of a reunion with our dearly departed, how do we reckon God Almighty feels when we are cast into this world through the womb of our mothers?
Even as the Almighty knows the fate of every star, every atom and every living soul?
For I do believe Allah feels. And as His Prophet Muhammad (sws) is known as Sayyidina Harisun Alaykum (sws) – ‘He Who Is Anxious Over You’, do we think his Lord Almighty is unfeeling? Uncaring?
So have faith in Allah’s plan, my love, and in the temporary absence of our dearly departed. For every tremor of your heart, every sigh of separation, every tear that escapes your eyes He feels. In a manner and nearness that you can barely fathom…
wa min Allah at-taufiq
Hate has no place in Islam
Love will show the Way