This we know of mothers
That Paradise is laid in gold
beneath their tired feet
A lifetime of life and laughter
has been her legacy
That Aunty Zee touched the
hearts from Fiji to Canje
From the time I set eyes on her
in Dawa Centre
And throughout the years
through Mark and Sherry
The tree is known by the fruits
it bears
Her children are all love and
beauty
This single mother reminded me
of Khadija
Living for her children while
she prayed in silence
This teacher whose students are
worldwide scholars
Reminds us that we too had a
Mother Theresa
Once she sponsored the children
of Skeldon
Once she would be there for
those in Yemen
Yet another time it’s the
masjid or iftar, the society, the humanity
Her generosity knew no bounds
like her smiles
Let this not be the end of
family and friends
Let not the party at Eid or
Sundays or Holidays end
The glue to the life of the
party has been the envy of many
Life itself envies death when
death's desire is for God only.
Good bye Bibi Sanderson
Good bye our hero
Allah be with you always
And leave some breeze behind
for your three angels!
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