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Amal El Minshawi

@amalalmenshawi@amalalmenshawi

March 24, 2022

You: O lady of the house, the heart, the past, the present and the future

O fragrant morning and the smell of roses and the color of sweet days.

You: O the joy and joy of Eid, the key to success and its call, O the safety of fear, calmness of the soul, kindness, the refuge of the wounded, the estranged and the needy, and the support of difficult times.

O Bahia, despite the 70 autumns, and despite the heavy tales of time above the bend of your back.

O moderate, mediocre, intelligent, soft and imperishable, O free from all by recourse to God, and chaste in soul, with great contentment with His decree.

You: O the abundance of love and the face of goodness and the source of giving without return at all times, O great stature, sweet coven, and tongue, close to all people, neighbor to all people, and friend to all people.

You: O the grace of the face, the generosity of hospitality and the abundance of giving, O Anas, the warmth of feelings and the intimacy of the reception, no matter how frequent the visits.

O owner of one word, one look, and one decision, O patient with disobedience and reckoning at the time of bereavement, O strong and severe against the crookedness of the lute until it is straight.

O good measure in lean years and far from wasting in times of prosperity, O good home, good life and good days.

You: O you who are afflicted with love, a normal soul, and a sound heart, O chaste over sorrows, patient when sick, and generous in heart no matter how things turn.

You: in every home there is a solid foundation that does not shake, a hug that accommodates everyone and prayers at all times know their way well to the sky, no one is like you, the wrinkles of your face are patience, the whiteness of your hair is purity, and your bones are weak evidence of the magnitude of giving.

And I: The older I get, the more like you, I practice the rituals of the day as early as you, I raise my children in your way, I repeat your wisdom, your sermons and your advice.

And I: Like you, I prefer fresh food and cook it with your flavor. I love the warmth of the family and the intimacy of the gathering, to relive my memories with you, and I ignore those who do not know my destiny until they fall from my memory according to your method.

And I: That face that bears your features, the lute that has grown stronger in your soil, and the heart that you know on your hands that the thought of God never disappoints.

And I: No matter how old I get, I remain your little girl, I only have words that do not reward you, I remember every morning my days with you, and I strengthen your patience and endurance, and I know your kindness, and I am grateful for your satisfaction and even for your anger that illuminated the darkness of the path and directed the error and made me what suits you.

They say I look like you, but the truth is I am your extension and the reflection of your love engraved in my details. I am your product, my lady.

Every year you are my mother.. and I look like you.

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