By Yohanna Abdullah
Mother, I value your heart’s gift
Your sweet smile, even cynical
Still I accept with sincerity
Without your embrace and guidance
I couldn’t have been called a believer, a Muslim
The soul that you breathed through your womb
Is nurtured and graced by your pure lamp
Your sweet smile, even cynical
Still I accept with sincerity
Without your embrace and guidance
I couldn’t have been called a believer, a Muslim
The soul that you breathed through your womb
Is nurtured and graced by your pure lamp
Mother, Mother, Mother
You are the queen of my heart
Forgive me for burdening you
Due to the contents of my sins
You are the queen of my heart
Forgive me for burdening you
Due to the contents of my sins
Mother
Your heart is as pristine as a veiled pearl
In tears
Is born a jewel of a human being
Your heart is as pristine as a veiled pearl
In tears
Is born a jewel of a human being
