Light of the fireflies

Yateer

Sab'a Sita Ethnain
Light of the fireflies

It's light had touched the tips of the hills,
On a night when the moon was entangled with lamps.
Every step I proceeded, felt as if it were ages,
While seeing some fireflies huddled up in camps.

The gravel beneath my worn out boots,
Would screech and mix with the sound of the wind.
Gently blowing across my hair,
As the weight of my bag on my shoulders it pinned.

I paused for an instance and opened my bag,
And brought out a jar that I had as a spare.
I remembered a time when my mother had took me,
To see the fireflies whenever in despair.

She would tie the laces on my petty shoes,
And pat my clothes and rid them of dust.
She'd smile and stroke the ends of my eyes,
Then on our way we'd go, at the birth of dusk.

I opened the jar as I looked to their light,
Swimming together with the light of the stars.
With a gentle swoop I had captured some,
While remembering those who had left their scars.

I'd travel to prayer in the early morning,
And pay for my protection to my Lord, the Most High.
Immersed in faith and in the silence of the morning,
Coming home late so my mother would cry.

I'd cop an earful but I'd smile in return,
She'd worry that something had happened to me.
A kiss I'd give her on her brittle, old hands,
Her love for me I could truly see.

So how is that I have left her now,
And pursued a wish that is also my duty?
I remember those times that I had spent with her,
To ease a pain while I strive for some beauty.

A pain that has spread but is cured with hope,
Hope in a Lord Who takes care of my affairs.
As the alternating days chase one another,
It is my heart that continuously tears.

I closed the jar that was gleaming with light,
And carried it tightly as I continued my walk.
Towards our home where my mother resides,
As the lamps in the sky continued to stalk.

The screeching of my boots was all that I heard,
Returning from prayer while the dark would still blind.
Step after step, I could hear my heart,
Beating in the corners of my wandering mind.

I gazed upon the door of my home,
As I placed my bag against the wall.
Carrying the jar, I had turned the handle,
Walking through it and down the hall.

Gazing upon her while she rested so silently,
How can I not feel a pain in my heart?
My mother, my friend, I was about to farewell,
The first time from her, I would be apart.

I looked out her window and I saw the stars,
As I placed the fireflies against their light.
So mysterious they were like the path I lead now,
But ultimately their quality was that they were bright.

I kissed my mother for the final time,
As my tears had fallen from my eye to her hand.
I placed the jar on a table beside her,
Hesitantly enough I began to stand.

I wrote a note to accompany the jar,
But I'll only read what I said to her last.
For it is these words that allow me to remember,
Remember what I had in my vivid past.

With my final etches I had reminded my mother,
About the times we had before I said my goodbye.
I wrote that finally that my soul felt free,
And that finally my heart would no longer cry.

For what is to live for in a world that deceives?
Everything shall perish and nothing will last.
Those who are righteous shall gain the gardens,
While the disbelievers surely, in Hell they'll be cast.

I left it at that and I went outside,
I didn't look back as I walked my way.
A chapter closed as another begins,
Same old person just a different day.

So that is my story about me and my mother,
I know it's not much but it's the sea to me.
I miss her, you know? But I'll see her again,
And hopefully she'll know what I've come to be.

As for now, I await my departure from here,
And I don't know when I shall begin to travel.
Travel around the throne of my Lord,
As a green bird of Paradise - it is yet to unravel.

Days to months and months to years,
When shall it come? I haven't a clue.
But it'll be worth it when I see my wings,
I only hope that I am one who is true...
 

Sister Zohra

Junior Member
Assalamu Alaikum,

This poem is very beautiful... I find myself reading it out loud again and again. Insha'Allah I will share this with my family and friends. JazakAllah khair brother.
 

dowdj12

New Member
Assalamu Alaikum,

Excellent, I love it. I write some poetry myself, but it is not as good as yours.
:hawla:
 

Yateer

Sab'a Sita Ethnain
Wa'Alaykuum Asalam to all of you!

Jazakuum Allahu Kheir for your kind words, I truly hope that you guys benefit from it in some way or form inshallah.

May Allah reward you all with Ferdose Al-A'la among the Prophet's and martyrs :)

Wasalam 'Alaykuum
 
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