Chrysalis

(a sheltered state of being)

Once there lived as Larva, a mother and son at the bottom of the pool

Mother showered the son with love every second, life was so cool

Mother used to tell her son that she loved him so much

That even after the death separates them, she will stay in touch

She promised to instruct and guide him from the other side

Her love for her child was so pure and so bonafide

As Larva ages and develops a cocoon that slowly rises to the top

Fluttering above the water, from the cocoon out comes a moth

Same thing happened to this mother larva, one day she became a moth

She started shouting instructions to her son, we call the fluttering of the moth

Son larva still deep in the water can’t hear his mother

Due to change in the medium, they can’t hear each other

My mother had also promised to watch over me after her death

I am sure she is shouting instructions and guidance, though my ears are deaf

What sacrifices she makes for her child only a mother knows

That’s why Rasulullah (SA) has said, under the mother’s feet heaven grows

Father’s love for his children is different and not as emotional

As long as they are fed, clothed and comfortable, he can flutter elsewhere eternal

Everyone alive on earth today has a loving mother somewhere

Either deep in the pond with them or fluttering just above in the air

We all must love and respect our parents with all our heart

Mothers should get all that plus our souls, that is a good start

Maola Burhanuddin (TUS) is our collective mother who worries for us and prays

“Nahno Awoliaokum fid duniya wal akhera”, from the bottom of his heart he says

Even our dear mothers love their mother Maola Burhanuddin

May he live healthy ta qiyamt, that is our doa, Ameen summa ameen

Abd-e-Syedna, TUS - Shk. Husain Jamali, Anjuman-e-Burhanee, Los Angeles, CA

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