She Shaped My Faith

Like a bird doesn’t know

how to make a nest and how

to make a place to live.

There she came and

smiling hold my hand.

She took me to the biggest tree

in the jungle.

There we collected twigs.

They were fourteen.

She showed me five.

She separated them and left nine.

I was staring at her while

she was making the base of the nest.

Then, she cover the base right and left

with nine twigs, she turn her head

to me and said base made of five

twigs which are the head.

Then, we cover them with nine.

Five they are Muhammad,

Ali, Fatimah, Alhassan, and Alhussain.

The Nine are sons of Alhussain.

Author: Ahmed Alsaleh

faith | grandmother | poem | poetry

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