Springtime
Springtime…
ocean air blows in fresh.
So much ahead:
green fields and blue skies…
Allah is kind
and He is still guiding you.
So be at peace, sister,
don’t you cry.
Innocent eyes watch you
and small hands seek yours;
they love you so much,
not knowing how you try;
but Allah knows all.
He sees your struggle,
and your sapphire soul
shines in His eyes.
One bright spring morning
you’re going to wake up singing
your heart so light
you could take off and fly.
You’ll walk up the hill
and come home to your true love;
you’ll dance and pray
and on life you’ll be high.
Until that morning
Know that you are precious:
a strong Muslim queen
with dignity and pride.
So hold up your head
and don’t fear tomorrow.
Be at peace, sister,
don’t you cry.
- Wael Abdelgawad, 2009
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Wael Abdelgawad is an Egyptian-American living in Fresno, California. He is the founder of several Islamic websites, including Zawaj.com and IslamicAnswers.com, and also of various technology and travel websites. He is a writer and poet, and has been a web developer since 1997.
This project, IslamicSunrays.com, is very dear to his heart, as it has allowed him to express ideas that have growing inside him for many years.
Wael is divorced and has one lovely young daughter. He practices and teaches martial arts (somewhat obsessively), and loves Islamic books, science fiction, and vanilla fudge ice cream. Wael is an advocate for human rights and blogs about these issues at AbolishTorture.com. He is also a volunteer with the MyDeen Muslim youth organization in Fresno.
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If Allah blesses me with a child, I pray for a daughter,
She will be conscious of Allah,
Like Maryam – pious and pure
Like Khadija – strong and caring
Like Aasiya – standing for truth
Like Aisha – scholarly and youthful
Like Fatima – loving the Prophet(saw)
Ya Allah, please bless me with a daughter – Aameen,
I will name her Maryam or Khadija,
And raise her to be your faithful servant;
I will love her so very much – my daughter and my friend
And my Hibatullah…
Striving Soul, that was very touching and brought a tear to my eye.
May Allah give you what you ask.
Aameen,
Thank you Wael.
Nothing can replace the desire of motherhood.
And strangely enough, tears give me a strange comfort these days.
Salaams