Khadija Poem by Ibrahim Ibn Salma

Our merrymaking now ended;
She was an angel,
A piece of heaven
Melted into thin air,

The great palace,
The festive temple,
And the earth itself,
Which are inherited
Shall now dissolve -
Become mournful.

Her siblings, offspring and
Their offspring whose lives
Rendered hollow
Are solemn,

She is what
Sweet dreams are made of,
A rose that never wilts,
A light that shines forever.

God bless your soul
Sister Khadija.

The most beloved name
To the prophet Mohammed.
(PBUH)