this is just a little something short... I don't know why I don't write about mum more often.
ode to mamma
i know i dont always show I love you mamma, at times when you had to be mother and father, and dayum things just got harder and harder, and i remember when i had my operation, you stayed by my side the whole time like it was your obligation, Jannahs under your feet and destiny is in your smile, i remember you'd walk us a mile to school, and then a mile back just so we could get an education, and always had our back from satans manipulation, taught us the deen, mamma your my queen, I just pray Allah bless me to carry you around the kabah, so as i do tawaf i could hold on to jannah, coz now your little boys your grown man, and i know i dont say it often but mum i love you.
ode to mamma
i know i dont always show I love you mamma, at times when you had to be mother and father, and dayum things just got harder and harder, and i remember when i had my operation, you stayed by my side the whole time like it was your obligation, Jannahs under your feet and destiny is in your smile, i remember you'd walk us a mile to school, and then a mile back just so we could get an education, and always had our back from satans manipulation, taught us the deen, mamma your my queen, I just pray Allah bless me to carry you around the kabah, so as i do tawaf i could hold on to jannah, coz now your little boys your grown man, and i know i dont say it often but mum i love you.
