Last Night

 Last Night, 

 27.11.23 by Poet Sadia

Last night a family put their home for sale

A newly widowed mother of four

She and her family were by some to be rich, 

That was not so, but rich in love for Allah

Never did they yearn for more

Instead, they were able to help the poor

Gilded was not her life, but one without strife

Her life was a devoted and beloved mother and wife

Thrust into widowhood by accidental death of her husband.

Lest we just weep for this family without funds. She is selling

all her possessions and her house, returning to the family home.

Son, in his early teens, already an apprentice giving up his schooling

To take on the burden of being the head and major family protector

Next son, not yet a teen but with pride, declined to take any money

If he had not earned it. The next son was willing to take and 

Gave to his mother, as did the baby girl who was too young to feel

Humbled by shame only that help was given into her hand

Today was a lesson in sharing all the blessings upon each of us.

Love flows from one hand to another in helping in times of trouble

And across the divide of poor or standards seen by others as rich

Sent by Allah to see a need and to fulfill it because we, too, each have little by

The standards of the world, but do know that to have, we each must give.

Never allow pride to close your hand, spurning the less fortunate who feel

instantly a shame, not realizing in need there is no shame, just take and 

Give to  reposit when able, understanding that Allah does indeed provide

He expects His people, compassion for others, and their love of Him should

Take root in helping and caring for widows and orphans.