May Allah deliver my mother to jannatul Firdaws.
One day a man tempted an ignorant boy
Using his money, in order to achieve his objective
He said, “O young one, bring me the heart of your mother
And money, jewels and pearls will be yours!”
So he went and plunged a dagger into her chest
And took out the heart and returned the way he came
But because of his haste, he fell
And the dusty heart rolled away as he stumbled
The heart of his mother called him, and he was covered in dust,
“My son! My beloved! Are you hurt?!”
The voice, although it was so gentle, yet
It was like the wrath of the Heavens had fallen on the boy
Thus he understood the enormity of his betrayal that nobody
Had committed but him in the history of mankind
So he rushed back to the heart washing it with the tears
Of his eyes that flowed from the flood of sorrow
And he said, “O heart! Take your revenge from me and do not
Forgive, because my crime is unforgiveable.
And if you forgive then surely I will kill myself
Like those before me who have committed suicide.”
So as he unsheathed his dagger to kill himself,
A stabbing that would remain as an example to those who seek lessons,
The heart of the mother called him saying, “Stop your hand and do not
strike my heart twice in succession!”
