Red Rose…

Pride of the garden, you could be named,

 your fragrance and beauty confirms that state.

No other flower can be matched with you …

oh rose, the uniqueness you have, no others do.

Others in your family take great pride,

 by your presence within them,
they cannot leave you aside.

A garden is not a garden, if you are not there,

what will happen to it if your smell is not in its air?

Did you wonder why you have thorns,

many reasons hidden under -
yet also to protect you from the evil claws. 

Your quality is one, but you benefit many,

that’s the gift your Lord has bestowed up on you
and not to very many.

Spiders take pride to web around you,

Others see that site and wish that
they would be just like you.

The bees take your honey and 
carry it around the world,

Little you do know how they prize you on this earth.

You are admired in the Gardens for 
many hundreds of years,

Little rose – what gave you that status,
and that Paradise you earned?

Share with us your secret,
of how you reached that highest post,

so we could follow you, 
through our efforts utmost…

Does the world know who you truly are,

You are The Pious Woman,whom Allah chose by far.

O the follower of the Mothers of the believers,

No wonder your scarf has more value 
than this whole universe.

No wonder you are the best
in the Garden of Paradise and on earth,

You are the Red Rose – 
as you are chosen from birth…

You carried the Beloved in your womb 
for nine heavy months,

You believed the message 
when none did – all at once.

You helped the mission through 
blood, sweat and tears,

When others stayed back guarding their selves
with weakness of faith and fear.

Don’t give up oh the pious woman –
keep your forehead on ground firm and still.

Don’t let others around you break 
your courage and strong will.

Glad tidings to you oh pious woman 
for Allah is with you,

You never depended on anyone nor will you ever do… 

         By - F.I.I