Seventeen years old when the Angel
Was given the command to take your soul,
First born and first to die,
Your death brought a tear to my eye,
They were not tears of sorrow but tears of joy
Because you lead a righteous life my boy,
And ALLAH promises the righteous eternity
In the garden of bliss,
So, how can a father miss a son so blessed?
I had you for awhile, your strength,
Companionship and smile,
My time on earth draws shorter day by day,
Insha'Allah, perhaps we will be together again
Someday, I pray.
