I
A womb welcomed with much warmth;

But gave up on the ninth month.

Angels all around, I thrilled,

Water on my skin, I chilled.

II

My Salehah, thy is brave,

My dear child, you are saved.

Your greetings each corner filled,

A tender cry which was willed.

III

Shukran ya Allah for the first,

Insha Allah, I’d do best.

Keeping them loved and alive,

My beautiful angel and wife.

IV

Our lives aren’t our own to share,

But we’ll give, our soul we bare.

That of a Muslim family’s laughter

Nothing can ever compare.

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