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A young couple that never wed,
Bliss was thrown a goodbye kiss,
As the young mother lay dead,
I, my Mothers only child and your first born,
The smell of sulfur in the air,
The ringing sound of a gun shot
Heard in my infant ear,
My mother that I was too young to remember
Lying dead as a result of your hands,
I was her only joy in this world,
Her newborn baby girl,
Lifeless in a puddle of red,
Soaked and wet,
Do you sleep well at night?
Has it been a memory easy for you to forget?
I was too young to remember,
Still I know I must have fret,
On the judgment day the truth will be revealed,
And there will be a settlement,
A settlement of all debts,
I know you are someones child,
Someones brother,
Someones husband and lover,
But it is difficult to call the man who murdered my mother,
Father,
The scales of justice will be set,
The intention of our deeds weigh in the balance,
A day the guilty will regret,
The decision is with Allah,
Hell as an eternal jail,
Absolute justice will prevail,

By,
Abu Lateef
2009





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