Voice of British Muslim Women

Attiya Shaukat, Leamington Spa

Let the sunlight cover you.

Say to your Lord,

‘My Allah, let me converse wholly with You’

Flower of mine, of gentle frame.

Your name conjures a fragrance I retain. 

I watched you from a sapling grow,

Protected you from thunder and snow.

No matter how strong the Earth’s winds blow.

To Allah alone, you must bow down low.

I write this with a heartfelt kiss,

For herein lies your truest bliss.

One day you’ll part from me, my sweetest guest,

To continue to shine at another’s crest.

You may move to a foreign land,

cross the sea, land in foreign hands. 

I am your gardener just for a time,

For all assistance turn to Him, The-Sublime.

Let your pious bloom never fade,

Let it increase at every stage.

Praise the Prophet (peace be on him) solidly,

Absorb the rain descending on his (spiritual) progeny

Let not water stand in your eyes,

Let it fall into rivers of cries.

Shed each tear, at the gate of His floor

See  burst open, each closed  door

O my precious angelic dame.

To find Him is your only aim,

This is why, to Earth you came.