Pain visits briefly, yet leaves its trace,
Teaching me life’s fragile grace.
Once I moved freely, without a care,
Now I am still, bound to this lair.
Morphine falters, the ache holds tight,
Each throb reveals life’s true light.
A trial uncovering gifts once unseen,
Blessings hidden in what had been.
I see my mother, her pain endured,
A life of suffering, her spirit assured.
Her final moments, a body confined,
Yet faith in Allah, her peace defined.
This body a trust, not mine to own,
Its frailty a sign of His throne.
In pain, I bow, His mercy my plea,
Forgiveness and grace I seek endlessly.