Sister Fatou,

I join you in mourning your mother. With this powerful well constructed prayer poem of yours, I ask God Almighty to grant yours, mine and all the believers Jannah.  I used to imagine my mother as a friendly shadow. I am getting used to things without that lovely shadow, the vacancy which will never be filled with any other love. 

May Almighty God grant your mother janatul naa'eem, janatul firdawsu.

allahuma igfirlaha.............ameen!

The tribute below is for your mother. It is also extended in loving memory to my mother who died in 1997. In a nut shell, it is extended in love to all mothers. 

Kind regards with love always,
YJ


By YJ

IN LOVING MEMORY

tii tii tii
reddened eyes 
with buckets of tear drops flooding fast
burning the ebony cheeks at shine
thunder cries ablaze
with echoes afar, crying loud
seal of pregnant clouds
curtains both the moon, sun and stars
on poorly inhabited earth
as if hope was never born on earth.

Peeping rays of friendly African sun
sets and rises daily
while noble angels escort God's servants
to the tomb of no return
then the 'kiramang katibina'
and the 'munkar wanna kirr'
salute that loving mother.

"Ask for the first Jannah," the angels said
"Ah, me! Grateful to Allah for tis mercy," she answered
"It is your reward for good," they added
"I am contended with what Lord Allah has given me, " she said
"Then no limits on your bounties today, " the angels ended
"I 'sujut' to Him[Allah] for mercy," she gratefully cried.

Amen! Amen!
















Oh Mama, I Cry
By Fatou Dibba


Oh mama, I miss you so much,
i never even got to know you very well,
for you left me when I needed you most

At times I wish you would, come to me, as a ghost,
I would not be frightened
I would hold you and hug you
And tell you I love you,
Remember when you came to me in that dream,
to tell me you were gone, and not to cry
can you come back, one more time?

And sometimes I wish I would get that call,
And your voice on the other end,
Saying "sweet daughter", it was all a mistake,
"I am coming to you"
And sometime i wish it was all a dream, and
that i will awaken, and there you would be
but i have not woken up yet.

And when things go wrong in my life,
the trials and the tribulations.
When someone hurts me,
when i am scared
i wish you were here to let me lay on her bosom and cry.
And tell me everything will be just fine.
Oh the wisdom of a mother!!

These are the times when i miss you most


I Know you would say, b elieve in God.
And i do, i believe in Him, with all my heart,
It was your time and you had to go,
But i need my mother so much right now,
i need you to wipe my tears away
the tears that i shed thrice a week
for you,
as well as the other struggles i am facing alone.

But you not here, so i face my battles alone.
I love you Mother, and my prayers are with you


Fatou


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