Zaara, more beautiful than any child I have seen,
I wonder what you see at night when you dream your dreams.
Is it ponies, rainbows, fairies or butterflies,
Or is it a black storm approaching, coming across the skies?
I feel it coming in my bones
and sometimes I feel so alone,
but then I wipe my tears from my eye,
so that you never hurt seeing your mother cry.
Life, shehzadi, is a game
so have patience and yourself never do blame.
People will try to break you, but remember it’s a test
to make Allah happy, is surely what is best.
So endure all the pain and hurt with a smile,
this is my advice to you, O’ innocent child.
I will never leave you, I won’t walk away
because after all, I am your mother at the end of the day.
And I love you so,
more than you could ever know –
sweet, beautiful child… of mine.
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