Brought in with speed and fury
Plumpy, the envy of skinny
Voice, muttering
Breaths drawn with fits and grunts
Like a woman heavy
Hands clutch the chest as the cor flutters
Head buried in Manus as doom looms
Eyes shut as she entertains Malak al-mawt
Tubings in her nares to smoke the reaper out her withering bulk
One could see the life creeping out of her eyes
As the darkening halo evolves
Limbs cold as ice
Legs gone to jelly
With the passing of time nighs quietus
Her cocked moppet maunders the verandah in wonder
Presupposing this would be last she’d see of her beloved mother
Hajia fought hard
But her heart was weary
And the thought of eternal Oblivion made her teary
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Death awaits.!! Patience, a particular trait of death, but when the leaf’s dried up, patience goes out the window.
Do pray that “Kalimatush Shahada ” will be within our grasp during those final moments.
Say, have read about “the merchant of Baghdad” (popularly known as “Appointment in samarra”). If you haven’t, look it up.
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