Poetry is a language Of powerful thoughts and imagery, it can strike in the heart of man, it can shape lives and actions. Then can it not be used to enhance to the finder qualities of man? Rather than providing shallow enjoyment? And promoting the baser instincts? If I was a poet, I would like my words To compell the soul, To pursue the true pupose of existence. Oh, what wouldn’t I give to go on collecting my reward, Beyond this life....

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

When I Grow Up

(I wrote this at 21; imagining myself being an old woman)
16-08-04

When I grow up,
I want to have my family around me.

When I grow up,
I want to play with my grandchildren
To tell them stories of golden ages gone by,
Of Prophets and companions,
Who were virtuous and valiant.

When I grow up,
I don’t want to worry about,
Superannuation, retirement homes.

When I grow up,
I want to be free from the endless
Family duties and social responsibilities.

When I grow up,
I want to be treated with respect,
For young people to heed my words,
And value my judgement.

When I grow up,
I want my children to love me,
To see me as a person,
And not a burden,
To appreciate the years of care I’ve given
To forgive my failings,
To be a better parent that I was.

When I grow up,
I want to spend my time in worship,
Allah has given me a long life, alhamdulillah,
How much of it did I spend fi sabilillah?
Have I done enough to pass Judgement on that Day?

Every moment of my life,
And not only when I grow up,
I want to be ready to meet my Maker.

1 Comments:

Blogger »|m|u|n|i|r|a|« said...

nice of you to visit hajabi princess. Btw, talents belong to ppl like you, not humble me

Saturday, July 02, 2005 12:20:00 PM

 

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