An Old Man & His Nightingale

Jan 11, 2008 Author: Ayesha | Filed under: Family

An unearthed family gem
Dazzling and bright
Now crumbling back to the ground

Once my voice was a song for you
My face a light in your eyes
My presence a smile in your heart

I hold your hand, hoping
Your vacant glance disappears
“It’s Ayesha.”

Then it strikes a chord within
The memory of my music
Your hand tightens around mine

With each other we fly away
The same blood in our wings
An old man and his nightingale

SaqibSaab January 12th, 2008 at 2:32 am 1

What a beast, mashaAllah.
Ibn-Sheiba (son of the old man) January 14th, 2008 at 2:52 pm 2

May Allah SWT shower His mercy on the old man and his nightingale.
Haniyyah January 16th, 2008 at 4:43 pm 3

wow…that made me cry…i didnt realize how much i missed him…
Kashif January 19th, 2008 at 5:12 am 4

The memories came rushing back so did the tears.
Abbu May 13th, 2008 at 6:10 pm 5

This brings tears in my eyes every time.
Ayesha May 14th, 2008 at 8:53 am 6

I’ve been misssing Dadaba and the other grandparents with the shadi right around the corner. It breaks my heart thinking Dadaba, Dadima and Nanaba never got to meet my husband.

Khair, insha’Allah we’ll reunite in Jannah.
Saad Bhai May 17th, 2008 at 6:22 pm 7

Great poem but that does not mean you could keep nana abba’s watch.
Osman June 9th, 2008 at 1:17 pm 8

Does Ayesha really have the pocket watch?
Ayesha June 9th, 2008 at 2:34 pm 9

yessir.