Her Nurturing Ways

Instinctive were her nurturing ways
That brought about whims of comfort and warmth
But by Allah, it was only when
The angel of the womb lifted his pen,
That external limbs began to show
and my love for her began to grow
Today, the scent of her dirac alone
Has a place in my heart, a place where
Fabricated images once displayed
Ignorance of the judgement day
yet the mere utterence of her speech easily breached
Breaking down premeditated walls of metal blocks
Alleviating the uncertainty of adolescent thoughts
Instilling the realities of the grave
Ever mindful of this cage
Serving as a compass and gauge
Instinctive were her nurturing ways
Although it seems her arid plains
Contains little remorse for those in pain
Children who's stomachs forget to mind
Watch flying bullets to pass the time
Cause the reality of being struck
is the same as that of eating lunch
But by Allah, do we forget?
Calamity, distress, illness, and grief
Strikes a believer to amend and relieve
For things aren't always what they seem
So thank Allah
For her mountain and trees
Her shoreline and breeze
For one day we'll see,
Instinctive were her nurturing ways
That brought about whims of righteous change

Abdisalaan Haji
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