her warmth

in His name, most Loving, most Gracious.

today, i miss her warmth.
in the bitter cold weather,
in between the purest of white snow,
nothing to me is purer than her love.

today, i miss her warmth.
the cold wind that punches me in the chest,
the wet snow that freezes the ten little toes,
nothing to me is warmer than her soup in this weather.

today, i just miss her.

oh Allah,  please take care of her for me.
panjangkan la umur ku untuk bersalam bersame ibuku.

only a lady from heaven is
the lady who always puts her husband
and children first -- and this lady to me is my ibu.
(photo by walid)