Dialogue with a Child in the Womb
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Dialogue with a Child in the Womb
Darling mine
When you were but a dream
A far hope that throbbed in my heart
I talked to you this date last year
About a Mother whose sacred name
I wish to be the first word you speak
Faa.te.maa
About Her there is so much to tell
My voice muted, and life so short
Yet, from within somewhere there wells
A desire to say, to speak of Her, to recount
The Grace our Allah bestowed Her with
So that even as you’re in the womb
You will hear, learn, and never forget
Faa.te.maa
Center of a Household never before
Or thereafter by mankind seen
Her Exalted Father, the First and Finest
Of all of Allah’s creations
Her Husband, Abu al Aaimmah and the only gateway
To our Lord Mohammad’s knowledge and wisdom
Her two Sons themselves Imams peerless
But for Each to the Other
She Herself named the Best
Among all the women created ever
By Allah Himself
Faa.te.maa
Of Her, on these, such joyous days
That life in its fold may hold
Together we shall think and count
Our blessings in being Her slaves
And thank Allah for the honour supreme
Of calling Her our own
Faa.te.maa
When you were but a dream
A far hope that throbbed in my heart
I talked to you this date last year
About a Mother whose sacred name
I wish to be the first word you speak
Faa.te.maa
About Her there is so much to tell
My voice muted, and life so short
Yet, from within somewhere there wells
A desire to say, to speak of Her, to recount
The Grace our Allah bestowed Her with
So that even as you’re in the womb
You will hear, learn, and never forget
Faa.te.maa
Center of a Household never before
Or thereafter by mankind seen
Her Exalted Father, the First and Finest
Of all of Allah’s creations
Her Husband, Abu al Aaimmah and the only gateway
To our Lord Mohammad’s knowledge and wisdom
Her two Sons themselves Imams peerless
But for Each to the Other
She Herself named the Best
Among all the women created ever
By Allah Himself
Faa.te.maa
Of Her, on these, such joyous days
That life in its fold may hold
Together we shall think and count
Our blessings in being Her slaves
And thank Allah for the honour supreme
Of calling Her our own
Faa.te.maa
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