Whenever my time comes to depart from Earth
I wish to be remembered
Merely as the humblest poetess who played about in tall cotton
In the tall cotton of wisdom.
I tend to bow a bit when I walk in public
And despite people teasing me about it and my man constantly urging me to stand up straight
My obsession with meekness coupled with shyness
naturally makes me kinda bend and bow.
Modesty is natural to me
and it compels me into a stooping gait
And when I read somewhere that only the tree that stood stubbornly proud and erect
Fell down during tempests and storms
I'd rather bend like the humble oak and hang on to dear life for a while
So I feel less vulnerable and feel less fragile
Before hoping to appear in the garden of Eden in the next life
Thus despite a poet's warning me something like it would be paradoxical to be proud about your meekness
I can't help being proud about being so down to earth
I.e being Humble about my height and gifts which are known to many who know me.
Tallness of height is a trait prized by man
Everybody wants to be tall
And thats why the feature of tallness
Has entered the famous book of Guinness records.
So to me it is a matter of pleasant pride
That the tallest man in the world today is a Muslim called Sultan Kosen from Turkey at 8 ft 3 inches tall
The tallest woman in the world is a Muslim called Siddiqa Parveen from Bengal at 7ft 8inches tall
The 3rd tallest woman in the world is Zainab Bibi from Pakistan at 7ft,2 inches tall
And the tallest building in the world is in a Muslim city, Dubai, known as the Burj Khalifa
The well known longest river in the world is the Nile River in Egypt
The largest lake in the world is the Caspian in Kazakhstan
And I'm considered tall in my community and family but I'm nowhere near the tallest. I tink I must be about 5 ft but wait I'm not sure.
None of this is tall tales so check it out via google Wikipedia
Yet as a poetess my poetic wish is to live out in the tall timbers
Drinking a tall glass of honey almond milk sherbet.
As opposed to living in towering sky scrapers of brick and mortar.
proud and humble, a different kind of poem than others of yours. there might be some story behind this one. i like the feelings and wishes for the days after life. dear sister, i am also a Muslim, and seek humanism. once we will know, we all have a same root. we all mankind on earth should be like a family. hopes :) please check the spelling, one in the middle, second in the end. stay blessed
Yes humanism is part of Islam. Sorry I don't get u, there is some spelling error? Tell me which one pls?
This is a poetry site Avoid racialism please be tall or humble as it may you please i see a stench of narcissism in this piece But as you say you are five feet nothing so you are safe no one will humble more of thee but rememeber in a forest only tall trees are cut first crooked ones are lleft out and those who humble and want recognition have no place it's only my sugesstion take it or leave it as you may 'Twill still be God's grace we are born out of sun's GLORIOUS mercy Lords are all our minds creativity Thank you for asking me to read as a return that you did May you be remembered after all we pray be as humble as you may but not as meek as you show to display..This is a poetic site all know what the poet wants to say JUST REMEMBER ME I am GLORY But I am sorry Blunt as I am may be
Being big in heart and soul has nothing to do with being tall or large; it sounds as if you definitely have a big, beautiful, wonderful heart... and that is far more valuable.
It's OK to be proud of being humble. I have a little plaque that says 'It's hard to be humble when you're as great as I am.'
We appear to be limited to 300 characters now, so you will have to read my comments in reverse to gather the meaning I intended.
With so many aspects of this topic to tackle, you hit your poetic stride most effectively in the 1st stanza, lines 12-14, and the final stanza. Here the poetess speaks most eloquently. There is a contrasting sense of rambling in the remainder, as if you set aside the poetic voice to justify through prose your intriguing argument, that of a meek sort of pride.
There is much to be considered in the contrast of pride and meekness, and certainly the pride you share in the physical accomplishments and features of the Muslim community is enthusiastically evident.
Thanx soo much poet for your great heartwarming comments. Best best wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem breaks new ground in its way of revealing much about the society you live in as well as showing some of the traits of your your own personality. Thanks a lot for sharing the poem, zaynab. Modesty is natural to me.... the tree that stood stubbornly proud and erect.... Fell down during tempests and storms.... Yet as a poetess my poetic wish is to live out in the tall timbers As opposed to living in towering sky scrapers of brick and mortar.