In Memory of Asma Haq

Assalaamualaikum Warahmutallah,

I received this poem from a friend of mine. He received this poem through email from a person who wants to remain anonymous. It really touched my heart and really did make me want to cry. Before I post it up, I ask Allah Subhanawatalaa to reward and keep this person on the straight path. Ameen. I dont even know the person who wrote this. Subhana'Allah. Anyways, here it is:

In Memory of Asma Haq

I. Her once bright eyes were glazed over
as she watched the quiet tears
which dripped painfully
down her mother's face
she tried to read her brother's expression:
his heart torn- his doll did not understand
should not understand
he stroked her silky locks
looking into her youthful eyes
and then he looked away

II. She giggled as she leapt onto
the living room sofa
he chased after her,
his twinkling eyes betraying his feigned anger
his smooth beard neatly separated
into small ponytails
their tinkling laughter filled the small room
as she tugged at his feminine facial hair

III. He held her in his brotherly embrace
as she basked in the tranquility
of his deep, strong voice
delightfully met moments later
by the sweetness of her own
they peacefully harmonized,
enveloping each other in their warm presence
on a cold January night

IV. Her intent stare made him uneasy
seemingly naive interrogations made him quiver
"so what if I don't have my leg,
I can still hop on one foot"
amputation made his conscience squirm
and she laughed out loud

V. His concerned gaze scanned
his doll's innocent face
she looked up and ran her soft palms
to wipe the creases that formed
on his worried forehead
she moved aside the tyrannous tube
to plant a small kiss upon
the tear-stained crimson of his cheeks

VI. musty air greeted his nostrils
as he bent at her bedside
stroking her delicate fingers
and savoring the sweet chime of her voice
for a last time
her calmness was felt on shallow
breaths in the palm
her gaze dropped in quiet realization
and her dark eyelashes eclipsed
the soft light from her irises
she smelled faintly of a newborn

VII. white sheets failed to conceal
her timeless beauty
and fearful faces could not serve as barriers
to carefully planted kisses
they breathed in her calm presence
and quiet tears slipped down their faces

VIII. he nearly suffocated
as grief gripped his heart
quiet comprehension dimmed the light
as his piercing gaze penetrated his doll's lifeless form
knees weakened, his head met earth
cool water thrust his way as panic ensued
and reminiscence ripped him apart

Assalaamualaikum Warahmutallah.