MY MOTHER’S PRAYER
Matloob Bokhari
Sleeping in slumber’s soft embrace,
Swaying in my mother’s loving arms,
In the Night of Decree, she prayed:
O Loving One, wrap my son in Your Love,
Make him to love Your creation.
O Allah Who forgives; loves to forgive!
I ask not for myself but for my son,
May he lead a life, where milk flows
And never have an ounce of pain.
O the Highest and the Greatest!
Grant him a life of prominence
And all his dreams may come true.
O the All-Knowing!
Teach my heart to follow the blessed ones.
May he not carry baggage of greed but books.
May his words blossom flowers in barren land.
O the First and the Last!
Protect from ways that stray him away.
Make him realize that life is only a journey.
O Allah, O All-Merciful!
Mercy on my son, my pride, my only joy!
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