An Old Man & His Nightingale

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

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About Ayesha

I grew up in Michigan and graduated from the University of Michigan with a BS in Biology and Math. I taught in an Islamic school for 4 years, and recently have decided to stay home to be with my son. In my free time I enjoy acting like a goon with my family, laughing, cooking and/or eating, and, of course, spending time with the old husband, Mr. SaqibSaab himself :)
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9 Responses to An Old Man & His Nightingale

  1. SaqibSaab says:

    What a beast, mashaAllah.

  2. Ibn-Sheiba (son of the old man) says:

    May Allah SWT shower His mercy on the old man and his nightingale.

  3. Haniyyah says:

    wow…that made me cry…i didnt realize how much i missed him…

  4. Kashif says:

    The memories came rushing back so did the tears.

  5. Abbu says:

    This brings tears in my eyes every time.

  6. Ayesha says:

    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.

  7. Saad Bhai says:

    Great poem but that does not mean you could keep nana abba’s watch.

  8. Osman says:

    Does Ayesha really have the pocket watch?

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