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I am sorry, my boy, if you were a bit scared today,
I know you were upset because your dad and I,
Had a verbal wrangling and a heated discussion;
Because I couldn't bear his sarcasm and accusation.

You are only five years old and yet so confused,
Why you have to sleep over with dad on the weekend;
Why we can't go out anymore as one real family,
Why your father and I loathe each other so much?

Much as I wanted to keep our family intack, Ali Raza,
Much as I desire for your longing that daddy's with us;
I can't give in to your wish because of what he did,
I was traumatized by his perfectionism and selfishness.

When I got pregnant he urged me to abort you,
He told me we're not ready to look after you;
But I was persistent and firm in my conviction,
To let you exist in my world and see you, my son.

I tried my very best to take good care of you,
I was alone when I gave birth, your dad's not helping;
I worked at night while babysitting you in the daytime,
And he gave no child support living a bachelor life.

Now that you're a handsome, energetic young kid,
He's so enthusiastic to gain sole custody from me;
He even poisoned your mind to disrespect me your mom,
And I have to be patient and understand you, my boy.

I won't allow you to be used by him after what occured,
I will fight to the end my maternal rights, Ali Raza;
It was me who fought for your privilege to live,
And your father can't take you away from me, I swear!



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