A Treasure from Allah – A Mother’s Story of Hope and Gratitude

I’m delighted to share that my poem “A Treasure from Allah – A Mother’s Story of Hope and Gratitude” has been featured in Issue 5 of Guftagu — a heartfelt publication that celebrates meaningful voices and soulful stories.

This poem is very close to my heart — a reflection of hope, faith, and the endless gratitude a mother feels for the blessings she holds. It was written during a quiet moment of reflection, inspired by the pure bond between a mother and child, and the unspoken prayers that shape that love.

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I’m deeply thankful to the Guftagu team for featuring my work in this edition.
May every mother’s whispered prayer be answered with the same grace this poem was written with. 💫

Here’s the full poem, straight from my heart:

I prayed, I wept, I knelt so low,
With hands raised high, my heart aglow.
Through nights of longing, silent pleas,
A whispered dua in every breeze.

In my arms, so small you lay,
A gift of light, my heart’s array.
Not mine to keep, but mine to guide,
A trust from Him, a joy, a pride.

And then one day, my world turned bright,
A sun arose a golden light.
A tiny bundle, soft and true,
A breath of life, a dream come true.

I held you close, I held you tight,
A prayer answered the purest light.
No gem nor gold could shine so high—
My ne’mat, my soul, my lullaby.

Each whispered prayer, each tear I shed,
A path of love where you are led.
Through mother’s hands, so warm, so true,
Through naanis, daadis—a love that grew.

Through Daadi’s arms, so warm, so wide,
You rest, you smile, you laugh with pride.
Through Nani’s tales of days gone by,
You learn to dream, to reach the sky.

And Kaki calls in playful glee,
“Munni maari dhaayi ghani!”
A love so deep, so full, so free,
A bond unbroken, you and me.

A soldier strong, your faith so bright,
A star that shines in Maula’s light.
Go forth, my child, stand tall, be kind,
With Deen and love, a heart refined.

For you, you are more than just my own,
A future bright, a seed well-sown.
My dua follows, near or far,
My child, my prayer, my guiding star.

This poem will always remind me that every tear, every prayer, and every moment of waiting carries a purpose — and Allah’s timing is always perfect. 🌙