To my dearest and most beloved mum and dad,
Because of me, I'm sorry for all the grief you've had.
The last thing I ever wanted, was for you to feel hurt,
But I'm ever so grateful, that to me you gave birth.

You made your own lives harder, just to make mine easier,
And you've always been there for me, whenever I've needed you.
When I was ill you never left my side,
And after I'd fallen asleep, in your own room you'd go and cry.

I look back at all the things you've done for me,
Way back to when you collected me from nursery.
The same applied throughout my school years,
For me to have a better future, you both shed many silent tears.

Within you my father, I realised what it takes to be a real man,
Honesty, integrity, along with a whole lot of responsibility.
I know it's a little late, but I understand that now,

You taught me many lessons, which at the time,
I never knew would become so precious.
You'd always offer me money, but I couldn't accept it,
Just for the knowledge and wisdom that you've passed onto me,
For the rest of my life I feel indebted.

I'm quick to complain and express my disgust
At your efforts; all for me
It's never good enough for my recognition
I'm too high up on my throne to listen
The throne you've worked for me to sit on
The money I snatch from your outstretched hands
Little do I know the extent of the struggle required for me to be able to grab
Yet I waste it and forget

Help me when I need it
But don't bother me otherwise
Do what I want when I want it
Though, when it concerns your instructions for me
We'll come up with a compromise
You put up with my complaints on your shortcomings
And listen to the echoes of the door as it slams
In your face
My tantrums you've forgiven, time and time again
Yet I manipulate it and forget

Wake me from my slumber
So I remain committed to my Lord
My gratitude towards your compassion deficient
As I continually disregard the pain you first endured
My forgetfulness is chronic
Lucid is your need
Let me extract a dua' and smother it in sincerity:
"Ya Rabb, Have mercy on my Parents, as they have had on me"
Before I become distracted by the bright lights
Of the adornments of life
And forget.

Nothing can compare to the joy and beauty
of watching  a child at play
so full of energy and laughter
as they go on their merry way

The beauty of their smile
you'll remember your whole life through
each day as they seem to grow older
you compare their features to you

How precious are our children
and your love for them is so deep
and you tend to smile a lot at them
as you stand and watch them sleep

We watch them as they grow and mature
we pray for their safety day and night
we always want the best for them
and we'll fight for that with all our might

The love for your child is unconditional
because he or she is a part of you
and no matter what problem they may have
you'll share their problems too