A Thought about Ammi (Mother)
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory—
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art
gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
This POEM by Percy Shelley is a perfect example of how sweet memories of beautiful souls dwell in the mind forever. To me this poem is a reminder of the beautiful memories of my mother. As the death anniversary of my mother approaches, it brings all her sweet memories back with a flooding force, she was my best friend, my rock and pillar to lean on in difficult times and my guide, now as 11 years have passed since she has shifted to the heavens, she is still the main force behind me and the reason the man that I have become today!
My mother’s life was not easy, it was paved with heartaches and difficulties, but she managed to instil in all of us a sense of justice and a fear of Almighty Allah, to always be brave in calamities and smile in the toughest of times.
I miss her a lot and I wish and pray that ALLAH grants her the highest place in Jannah.
(Ameen Summa
Ameen)
I Miss You AMMI
I thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new
I thought about you yesterday,
and days before that too.
I think of you in silence,
I often speak your name.
All I have are memories,
and your picture in a frame.
Your memory in my keepsake,
with which I’ll never part.
Allah has you in his keeping,
I have you in my heart
By your Loving Son
Ovais Asad Khan
