*Heba, a gift from God
Whenever I saw you there all alone,
My heart bled more and more?.
I was bleeding for not doing anything,
the more I ached, the more I bled...
Then one day,
God had sent me a message, a gift,
Asking me whether I accept his Heba,
His gift to me from the stars?he said.
I said, God who am I to refuse your Gift?
Choosing me is the greatest honor itself?.
Accepting your gift,
is as rewardful as the reward itself?
A gift so priceless, so rich, and rare?
He chose me to heal the bleeding in me?
Then you came into my life, my little Heba,
Seeing you in the eyes of my sparkling silver,
Of my glittering Lujain?
But you, YOU were more precious,
you were the gift from the sky?
Then One day, God sent me another message,
Thanking me for taking care of thee
Asking my permission,
to return his Heba back to him?
if I may agree?
I accepted his wish?
What else can I do?
For this time I knew,
You are in heaven
Now all aglow?
You were the miracle,
A gift from sky,
To show me the world,
Which, definitely,
you showed us all! !
5,23,2003
(Heba, my Palestinian adopted daughter who lived with her aunt in Palestine. She joined her parents, in heaven, three months ago)
Abir Zaki
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