I watched her afar
when I can hardly feel my feet on the ground,
when I am hardly able to straighten my back,
when I am barely holding on to the fight against myself and my nafs.
It’s no wonder paradise is beneath a mother’s feet,
for the burden that you’ve been carrying is heavier than everything that I’ve ever stumbled upon,
more than the words that I can ever illuminate…
You are my worldly paradise, ma.