THE TWO CANDLES

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بسم الله الرحمان الرحيم

Its the first time I'm writing something. And the first one I'm doing is about Parents. Yes, a blessing of Allah which we take for granted. But its never too late to value this blessing and I hope, after reading My work, it would help us to see our parents with a new eyes. In sha Allah.

Though this is a very small tribute compared to what they are doing for us, Alhamdullilaah, I'll try to spread the knowledge I've gained because of them, so they will get the reward from the Almighty, Allah.

May Allah make us the coolness of our parents Eyes and Join us all in His Jannath Al Firdous. AAMEEN.

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THE TWO CANDLES

My eyes opened,
To two beams of light.
My eyes, it blinded
As it couldn't handle that bright.

Again, opening them,
I saw where its from.
For the first time, I knew,
They were the two candles of my life.

The first Candle,
On her, I saw the most beautiful smile.
But I knew, she was the one
Whom I gave the most unbearable pain.
Yet I saw no hatred in her eyes.
Confused, I thought,
"Don't people hate the ones who hurt them?"
But I got the answer from Her eyes,
"No Dear, Your mother will love You Always!"
and a hand brushed away
The joyful tear escaping her eye.

I checked whose hand it was.
A hand, bearing its own million stories.
Callused, showing a lot of hard works.
But I knew, he was the one,
Whom I gave no rests.
Yet he held out his hands for me.
Confused, I thought,
"Don't people hate the ones who make them work day
and night?"
But I got the answer when he held me,
"No Dear, Your father will protect you Always"

And I gave out a cry,
A cry, thanking the Almighty,
For sending his blessings upon me.
In the form of my Parents.

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