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Mama

The following entry symbolizes Hilmi’s idiosyncrasies towards love and affection. Compassion seems to be a strange world to him. Let’s pray that God’s Mercy will heal his dry soul. And may God bless this cold guy.  

 

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Ma


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These eyes are watching me

Flying up there like singing birds 

Whispering me some beautiful words

Are you okay in Melbourne, Mi?

Yes I am, Ma

 

These eyes are watching me

Shining up there like glittering stars 

Casting away all my frightening scars     

Have you had your dinner, Mi?

Yes I have, Ma 

 

These eyes are watching me

Making me ashamedly helpless

Driving me sinfully restless

Did you recite Al-Fatihah for me, Mi?

Yes I did, Ma

 

These eyes are watching me

Playing back the sad symphony

Bringing back the unspoken agony

Do you want me to stop watching you, Mi?

Yes I do, Ma

 

But these eyes are still watching me

4 Comments leave one →
  1. lunacy permalink
    February 10, 2011 11:48 am

    gosh Mi, i remembered those days … how long was that? somehow we all bonded thru ur lost. Subhanallah…

    ~Al-Fatihah ~

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    • February 11, 2011 11:23 pm

      It’s been 7 years. We have been bonded through so many things. This could be one of them.

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  2. nafiseh permalink
    January 26, 2012 3:31 pm

    hi there
    i’m a student in utm, i liked ur post about ur grand mam and this lovely post about ur mom……….

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    • January 30, 2012 1:04 pm

      Hi Nafiseh – Thanks.

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