The Word Ummī— My Mother
My beloved mother.
When I go to my house, the pain of missing her
Arrives before me.
—Mohammed Assaf of Syria, age 12 when he wrote this.
Mohammed lives in England now and his poem is in England: Poems from a School (2018), edited by Kate Clanchy
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May Allah give you Sabr, my dear boy Muhammad. May you do so much good deeds in this dunia (world) that will become a source of happiness to your Ummi in Akhira (hereafter).
With luv.
Posted by: Riffat Salman | 12 October 2018 at 18:26