Dedicated to Umar Qadafi

When we lose a strong man in the family, everyone is affected, like a giant tree fallen, the reverberations are felt across the forest, and then there is silence. Over time, we realize that giant fallen tree, becomes a part of the forest in a different way. Our lost ones never really leave us. 

Dedicated to Umar Qadafi…

Time has passed

The sadness they say won’t last

 has simply moved to other side of the glass-

This glass mirror, staring back at my lonely figure

His soul was here and strong

And then he was gone

Passing way too soon, like the phases of the moon

But just like those phases, we know his light just cycles back around in me and you

A brother, an uncle, a son and a doting father

May Allah wash away all his sins with His forgiving waters.

Ameen آمين

-Basira Robinson 

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