Worry Not My Child Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

The last time I saw him
There he slept in peace
In calmness
With a smile on his face
In his wooden case
Where he stopped the breath
To set off into the silent silence of eternity

The body was brought by plane
Secured with heaven's hand
To be buried with ancestors in his land
The land that he always loved
But did not enjoy its fresh air
Or did not drink its fresh water

The land that he wanted to walk on its dusty roads
And eat in its cheap restaurants a local meal
And so as to cherish the taste of the food,
And enjoy its feel,

He would use his bare hand and lick his five fingers
And drink the tea with spicy gingers
Under the Neem tree in the Nile Avenue
That was him, Ibrahim
My young brother who passed away
And stealthy left our world without a say

In his exile
Could he have stayed for a while?
To bid a goodbye,
And embrace his mom
And inhale her perfume deeply in his lungs
Could he have hugged his daddy for the last time?
And shed tears on his shoulders?
Could he bid a farewell to his daughters?
Saria, Taif and Jennan
Could he give an advice to Ahmed his son?
And could he say anything to his kin?
Old and young, boys and girls, women and men?

Then go back to his cold wooden coffin! !
Could he have delayed his journey?
But he was eager to go
We all know that he was eager to go
The ugly plane, from Cairo to Khartoum
Landed in a sadly gloomy day
Then he was marched to his last stay
Unable to say
The farewell....
To his Mom
To his Dad
To his friends
To his son and his daughters
To his sisters and brothers
May Allah bless his soul?
And mercy be on his body and spirit

We are sad to miss you,
We are sad that you did not tell us in any way
That you were on your last Journey to eternity
And now we are all helpless
How to tell your young mistress
How her daddy feels in his coffin
But I just 'Worry Not My child'
You daddy is happy and on his way to Heaven