Remembering Peshawar 12/16/2014
A Poem by Amna Haq
This life is a test, they say.
Our hearts are constantly being swayed
As we are simply, silly little human beings
With finite emotions, finite feelings.
But the pain the mother goes through as she lays her little one down to rest
with a final goodbye, she comforts his lifeless body as he sleeps on her chest.
How does one tell this to the mother?
That “you must be patient, you must have sabr”.
How do you explain to the one who will never again rest
As she struggles to endure this world, bearing the markings of this test.
As I ponder upon this, I cannot help but feel lost.
We all wish to attain Jannah, but at what cost?
Then, I close my eyes, prostrate to the ground
And remember that my heart with the One who created it, is bound.
Perhaps that is why the heart was created, to be broken and torn
So that it could instead be mended and given back to it’s Creator.
May Allah grant them sabr and ridha to bear this pain
And to one day, live a complete life again.
Knowing that at the gates of Jannah, their children will stay
Only to reunite with their parents in the Hereafter, we pray.
The pain may never heal, but God does know best
So “verily in the remembrance of Allah, do hearts find rest”.