Father was a great man.
I bless how he lived like a lion
& transit in the most courageous style.
Say death is a bitter drink.
All shall attest to its sourness.
Father left this world but his
soul still lingers everywhere:
like dust, his dominance spread its
Wings on us—every night & day.
Father left this world with echoing
words. Words that have pains &
tranquility in themselves.
“To live is to die; to die is to live”
Father smiled at death without a struggle.
Such a good, happy end. Such a calm bar-cross.
Alas! Man is a seed; death is a reaper.
I swear, you & I, will die. People will mourn.
For days. Things will materialize into pain.
Into Grief. Into memories. Into moonlight tales.
by Abdulrazaq Tasleem
May Allah forgive his sins and grant him and his family Jannatul-Firdaus.