THE BEAUTIFUL PAIN

The beautiful pain of Labour my careless mind it strokes
Awesome sight of blood and water a momentary companion
Sweet pangs of ache slowly caressing my back
Gentle flutters In my belly a great source of comfort

Swiftly but surely I drift to a world where all is new
Like the Life to be brought forth into this world as a dew
Therein I find succor to savor every passing hurt
Even the thought of tears bring nothing but relief

GRATITUDE

My words  can't be enough
My actions definitely insufficient
My deeds not up to required
To adequately communicate my gratitude

To my Lord the highly Beneficent and Merciful
For His guidance through the roughened path
His mercies when the present appears bleak
His blessings above all that mattered

To my husband, my best half and whole
A selfless slave of the Almighty
Sacrificing his pleasures for my interests
A true man, genuine husband and real father
Your support I never lacked and you will never lack Allah's

To my daughter the Noble the Repairer
Offspring of Light Love and Life
A diamond that grows cries and smiles
A source of natural inspiration and truest pride

To my parents who brought me forth to life
Never fed me with golden spoon nor silver cup
Neither with a golden fish nor creamy milk
But with the bread of knowledge and water of Islam

To those seen as friends and those who are friends
Those who act as friends and those who feel like friends
Sources of fun,  laughter and joyful perks
Some of concern or distress but none as threat
Memories of a lifetime you'll leave me with.

NobleHeart