Dazzling and bright
Now crumbling back to the ground
My face a light in your eyes
My presence a smile in your heart
Your vacant glance disappears
“It’s Ayesha.”
The memory of my music
Your hand tightens around mine
The same blood in our wings
An old man and his nightingale

What a beast, mashaAllah.
May Allah SWT shower His mercy on the old man and his nightingale.
wow…that made me cry…i didnt realize how much i missed him…
The memories came rushing back so did the tears.
This brings tears in my eyes every time.
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.
Great poem but that does not mean you could keep nana abba’s watch.
Does Ayesha really have the pocket watch?
yessir.