Make it Happen- Sadia!
Time to go Sadia!
Alhamdulillah she replied!
It had to be, you can’t keep a good woman down,
Or so it should be for all women born.
She came in years ago locked away in a cell.
Do you want a Quran?
Listen I ain’t that type you know!
I waited and prayed with some sisters who still believed!
And then one Ramadan,
She came crying.
Where is my Quran, my hijab, the prayer mat et al you promised?
She had found him after twenty years!
I mean her kidnapped son and now Allah!
The ex snatched him from her lap.
Told the family his mama had died.
Divine grace made her meet his cousin behind bars!
Leaving every one that she learnt to love behind,
Waiting by the station to catch her ride,
Nervous like a virgin bride,
Knowing she will soon hear him say Mommy I love you!
Why did you get so involved in stupidity?
Why did you disown your own tribe and country?
The lost of my baby boy made me lose faith
Like PTSD, I waited for closure and found it inside.
But such are the mothers of the world.
Broken by their lovers, the Adam and Eve story
Like Khadija or Virgin Mary, like Little Maya our unsung heroes
She will wipe her tears with prayers and even call home her 20 years misery!
Make it happen, one more time!
Another woman- sister applauded by Faith and women
Neither broken nor jaded
She walks through the gates with the sun rising on her hijab-face!
