I Visited My Home Today
Posted by AbdelRahman - 05/01/08 at 11:05 amI visited my home today.
It was dark and dusty, I hadn’t been for a while.
There were tens of people gathered ’round, my neighbors.
All staring at a man who had finally gone home.
Why are there tears when we go home? or fears of going home?
Is it because home is where the heart is?…or is it?
Every time I visit my home, I promise myself it’s where my heart is
I know that it isn’t.
I visited my home today.
Six feet deep, six feet long,
Everyday I go along, not thinking about my home that day.
I drive by it sometimes, but never stop in to say hello.
Life’s too busy, who has time to say hello?
I’ll say hello when I can.
…But will it be when I say goodbye?
“Remember,” I tell myself, “remember your home.
The way you feel right now, today, forever you should feel this way.
…
Do what you can so you won’t regret
forgetting your visit home, that day.”
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This is good!
I needed that reminder…
Comment by Mehreen — May 1, 2008 #
Very well written mashallah, and a great reminder! We all must take time out to reflect about death.
Comment by Farah — May 1, 2008 #
Suits the week. But then again, it doesn’t; it suits everyday!
Comment by SaqibSaab — May 1, 2008 #
I WILL READ THIS EVERY DAY TO REMEMBER WHAT SHOULD I PREPARE TO TAKE WITH ME , I LOVE YOU.
MOM
Comment by MOM — May 3, 2008 #
JazakAllah.
Comment by Bhaijan — May 5, 2008 #
Much needed subhanAllah
Comment by Amira — May 5, 2008 #