I asked you for forgiveness first
With tears rolling down my cheeks,
I bowed my head in shame,
And told you I was sorry.
With humility as my cloak
And my mother at my side,
I asked you to forgive us both.
I closed my eyes and pictured a day
Where I could stand beside you,
And you would know me by name
I pictured you laughing, happy
Pleased with your ummah,
Just as a proud father smiles at his children.
And as I stood in your masjid,
Surrounded by others calling your name,
I looked at the mimbar, where you used to stand
To give sermons,
And I imagined Madinah as you knew it
In those simple times, when its people
Had received you with open arms
Singing of your long journey,
They loved you before they saw you.
I smiled imagining your entrance,
Into this radiant city
And I vowed to do better—
I vowed not to fail you.
And when it was time to leave,
I gave you the most heartfelt salaam
And left content,
Praying for you, and your beloved A’isha