got this by email:
'There’s this woman who's tall and
pretty and so is her husband... they gave birth to a son first and
then a girl and then another boy...the first son had no illness, but
the daughter and the youngest son does...the daughter is really
short for her age and was very ill last year...The youngest son was
born blind and had other sicknesses with it too... The woman didn't
have a happy Eid this year.. She’s always crying...her daughter is
in the hospital and can't move her body.. The woman's husband is
always there in the hospital and is crying to Allah.. The youngest
son can't eat anything and the food is passed through a tube
connected directly to his stomach.. The only food he can drink is
juice, milk and water. Whenever my mom talks to her she cries a
lot...and says why Allah is doing this to her...it's really sad if u
see her through your own eyes.. can you write a poem about this
please, I'll give the poem to the woman... thanks'
Through My Eyes
I haven’t felt the pain that you feel,
Nor have I heard the cries you’ve heard,
But I’d like to show my sympathy
Even if it be of one word.
It’s all trials and tribulations
Because this life is a test.
Those who manage to stand strong
Are those who are the best.
The struggles that we go through
Makes us who we are,
If life was made so easy
Would we manage to get this far?
Nothing in this world is free
Even a smile now costs a tear,
So please hold back those cries
Or they may run out, I do fear.
Please, never lose your hope,
Allah won’t overburden you.
He has said that himself*
And whose words speak of more truth?
*Surah Al Baqarah,
Verse 286 “Allah does not
burden a soul beyond its capacity….”
2nd February 2005