Dana
Dana told me one day,
How she walked
a destined path.
She was a little girl.
Fighting ignorance,
Her noble way.
When on her own,
Battled and joined
The new girls school.
Five years before,
Spoiled boys began
going to school.
They can’t have it all,
Said Dana.
Who was only
Seven years old.
With handful “Rubiyyas”
She saved,
She bought sporting shoes.
Funny,
They were larger
than her holy feet.
But she stashed cotton
in hollow places.
She stuffed the
cotton and managed.
She learned a great deal.
Embroidery,
She is one master,
Poems,
And manners,
Abundance.
She strikes us,
Always
With her delicate wisdom.
Talking like saints.
Humble,
Rich and self fulfilled,
At her old age, now.
Yet she is still
a fountain for all
a needy soul.
At forty,
She had a dream.
An angel, landed
near her tallest palm.
Slipped unnoticed,
into her lush thriving garden.
Dana was tending her roses,
When he appeared.
Dana, the patient soul,
He said:
Ask me your wish?
For I have descended,
From the skies
to grant you
one wish.
She was bewildered,
But swiftly,
She answered:
Give them all,
Heavenly Angel,
Through, the mighty lord,
Give them all,
My mother
brothers, and sisters,
Longevity and health.
A happy tall stay
among their loved ones.
This is
the only wish
I have.
Oh Dana,
The teacher who cherishes
my mind and soul.
I dedicate this
simple poem to you,
Mother Dana,
A small reward,
For you are
mother of knights,
Of poets,
And this loving
your respectful son.
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