My Mother

Her eyes are beautiful...quite simply a miracle form Allah. They are like the eyes I see in an enchantress, a powerful and most beautifully gracious enchantress. They are the shape of almonds with the light of sunrise horizon shining in them...a livily light brown...a light brown that speaks without the need for lips. When tears fall from her eyes, it is as if the sun is crying to the sea and yet sustains her never-ending radiance. May Allah (SWT) always protect those eyes because they are the gateway to a heart most pure.