أمي

When the threads of dawn shine, you are the first to shape those threads, abandoning sleep and soaring towards confidence, blending it into the expanse of the universe. You draw from loyalty the fragrance of dreams and the tranquility of contemplation, as the light shines, chanting the uniqueness of melodies with sweetness and tenderness..

Loyalty - patience - selflessness - trust.. Values like these.. you are the one who added them to the realm of language; before you, they were non-existent and their scholars were indifferent to them, but you have increased their presence and radiance..

My mother.. when poets write their verses and cannot mention you within the folds of their lines, those poems remain futile and devoid of spirit, as they have not been comforted by your presence.. Thus, their ideas remain weak due to their disconnection from your dreamy soul and the whisper of your familiar safety..

My dear mother, you are the exception in this existence; we do not doubt life in your presence, and fear does not enter the fabric of our living. We never despair, so we leap confidently into our spatial realm, initiating the phases of our hopes..

With the grace of giving and love, you are the one who created it and sowed its seed.. Values of beauty and a fence of purity, you shape the pattern of quenching and the taste of longing and things of yearning..

Yes, my mother, for you are all that warmth in the throes of alienation and the impact of pain..

So when the night lowers its curtains, you are the emotion of flowers, allowing us to bestow the fragrance of that perfume..

And among the advantages of your righteous path, my feet find stability in the humility of the worshippers, you cast away evil, and you are enveloped by the entities and the permanence of love..

I am thirsty, isolated from your face and the dew of your heart and your fresh dawn, so remove the sorrows from my mouth and do not leave this place, for a moment, so I can pluck from your presence the fragrance of the scents of my life.