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Longing

My eyes yearn for one more glimpse of your sweet smile, Oh Ma Leila.
It was all too sudden: your death, your inevitable return to Allah.
It was you who inspired the love for tunes and recital of prose and poetry.
So as I touch the texts from which you read, you are more than just a distant memory.

Through your guidance I realised the power of expression.
At times no words were necessary -- just a simple grin of affirmation.
The smell of Panache fills the air as I breathe when I think of you, Ma.
And, as I dream of you at night I know that you're not that far.

At your door I once stood and watched as you took that one small pill. And at that very moment I realised that you were ill.
Then one morning you went for a routine visit to the doctor to check on the pain you felt. And just the day before...rubbing your feet, on my knees I knelt.

I did not get to say goodbye because you never returned again. So forever your spirit will remain alive through my thoughts, my prayers and my writing pen.

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