Ode To My Mother

Ode To My Mother

She is my mother,
or should I say,
our mother,

She is my mother,
dressed in her chadr,
simple and pure.

She is my mother,
super cook mmm ... melting,
sultry spices.

She is my mother,
who held my hand,
walked me to school.

She is my mother,
who sewed my clothes,
beautiful designs.

She is my mother,
who braided my hair,
she told me it will stay strong.

She is my mother,
who sacrifices,
and continues to.

She is my mother,
Fajr to Isha,
Alhamdulillah.

She is my mother,
I love you so much,
I love you so much.

Love, Shazia.