Dear successor, take this post with honour in your stride,
But know this seat holds not just title, it bears the weight inside.
You will walk between the mountain peaks and valleys deep and wide,
A shepherd of a scattered flock, with few to walk beside.
They will speak of vision, grand and vast, of goals that must be met,
But many will not see the path, nor share the burdens set.
Above you, voices press for more, results without delay,
Below, the voices ask for more, and rarely look your way.
You will serve as bridge between the two, pulled firm from either end,
Yet find, at times, you stand alone, with no resource, post, or friend.
Some staff will shine and give their all, their spirits worn but true,
While others find the shadows safe, and leave the work to you.
Stay true to the course, hold firm your ground, let not your heart grow cold,
This journey calls for selfless steps and courage to be bold.
Power will tempt and praise may blind, but keep your honour high,
For only with sincerity can you lead beneath Allah’s sky.
So when the silence deafens you, and hopes begin to fray,
Lift your heart beyond the noise and let Allah guide your way.
He hears the cries you never voice, provides the help that none is able to see,
And grants the strength no hand can give, to serve with dignity.
You are not here for praise, nor comfort, ease, or gain,
But to plant seeds you may not reap and lead through joy and pain.
And when your time is at its end, as mine has come to be,
May you find peace in your heart, knowing you served for Him, not anyone else.