I rub extra
virgin olive oil
into cracked heels.
Her feet are round, pudgy,
into cracked heels.
Her feet are round, pudgy,
Swollen.
She winces and I apologise.
She winces and I apologise.
Sipping
herbal concoctions with distaste
Hot water
bottle against her waist
I wonder
why the TV is on behind me
Pupils struggle to focus
She is staring at something beyond me
Pupils struggle to focus
She is staring at something beyond me
Tentatively
moist hands
Rub between
toes
There are
no
Does that hurt?
Or are my
hands too cold
Today she
lays down at ease
It is too quiet,
Unnerving is the
sound as I breathe
Oh her feet
are worn,
by burdens carried
by burdens carried
Of heavy
hearts and
Night time
feeds,
There are steps taken
in an undisclosed history
There are steps taken
in an undisclosed history
For it is
woman who strives
Hands raw
to the bone
to feed the children
to feed the children
And build a
home
This heart
wonders at this world
that is seemingly the same
that is seemingly the same
Deception.
I know that it has changed
Systematically
from right to left
Thrice. How
miserable the passage of time
Bereft
The narration (hadith) as recorded by Imam Ahmad bin Hanbal in his Musnad is related by Mu`awiyah bin Jahima al-Sulami in which he came to the Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him and give him peace) and said,
‘O Messenger of Allah (Allah bless him and give him peace) I desire to go on the military expedition and I have come to consult you.’
He (Allah bless him and give him peace) asked, ‘Do you have a mother?’
He said, ‘Yes.’
He (Allah bless him and give him peace) said, ‘Stay with her because paradise lies beneath her feet.’
'And We have enjoined upon man [care] for his parents. His mother carried him, [increasing her] in weakness upon weakness, and his weaning is in two years. Be grateful to Me and to your parents; to Me is the [final] destination.'
Surah Luqman Verse 14
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