SANA

MY SECOND GRANDCHILD,
MISCHEVEOUS AND WILD.
YOU RUSH PAST LIKE THE WINDY BREEZE,
RIPPING THE BRANCH OF THE STURDY TREE.

YOU ARE LIKE SAFA, A BEAUTIFUL LASS,
UNLIKE ANY IN YOUR CLASS.
GROWING UP YOU’LL BREAK MANY A HEART,
PLENTY OF TIME BEFORE YOU START.

IT’S TIME FOR YOU TO JUST PLAY,
AT YOUR BABA’S HOUSE TO STAY.
WE LOVE YOU VERY MUCH,
EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN BE A GROUCH.

I PRAY THAT ALLAH BE YOUR GUIDE,
CALMING THE TURBULANT TIDE.
WE DON’T WANT ANOTHER FLOOD,
AFTER ALL YOU ARE OF MY BLOOD.

 

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