The New Morn – A Father/Daughter Poem

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

This poem by our dear Sister Priya in tribute to her father moved me to tears of love and joy, and I received her permission to share it with you:

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In Bengal, India daughters are very much loved and adored by their fathers. They are often lovingly called Maa [mother], as if the father is a little child, to be taken care of, scolded and loved by the tiny mother …
It is a unique relationship. I have tried to capture the mood …hope my readers like it and strengthen the bond with their lovely daughters.

The New Morn

She was sitting on the floor ,
with all her tiny cups n saucers ……..making tea.
” baba …..o…baba….again you are sleeping?
pouting her sweet lips two little hands tugging a sleeve of my shirt,
as i was dozing in the warm morning sun in my chair
with the newspaper in my hand.

‘taste the tea’ she commanded ..
tea made of muddy water…
pride in her eyes ,
sweat glistening on her forehead.
i pretended to sip the tea,
she was hovering like a mother hen over her only baby …..

‘hurry up baba we will go to the market’
excitedly my little Maa said.
i smiled …..
hand in hand we went to the garden.
she picked up lots of different leaves ,
pebbles and dust lovingly, to cook for her son….
in her small pots and pans.

”baba….oh …baba can’t you sit still?’
she was serving dust rice, pebble meat and leaves
vegetable on a plate taken from her mom’s treasure.

‘after lunch we will go to the seabeach ‘
now she was thinking of going out …
different coloured dirt and dust,
made a rainbow on her dress.

i smiled lovingly…my little precious …
sea is not far….
she ran against the wind … barefeet laughed n
giggled.
sat on my lap ..told me all her stories all made
up…
where the prince and the princess,
goblin and the wizard all became one.
curly hair covered the tired, angelic face…
tiny little fingers hold on to my hand.
my Maa is feeling sleepy.

as i hugged her in my bosom n looked afar,
the sun was slowly going down the horizon,
dusk is setting in,
a beautiful fragrance engulfing us.
another year passing by, slowly very slowly,
my little angel, my two year old daughter
will see a bright new morn tomorrow…..

– from Priya’s Shree Shrees blog, of Monday, December 31st, 2007

Ya Haqq!

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15 Responses to The New Morn – A Father/Daughter Poem

  1. almiskeenah says:

    Assalamu alaikum Dear Irving Darvish,
    so sweet! And made more so by you sharing more sweetness found on Sister Priya’s site, Masha’Allah! May Allah Ta’ala bless all fathers and daughters, Ameen.
    Wassalamu alaikum.

  2. Beautiful! You really did succeed in communicating here. And I can very much see and relate to the concept of “Maa” – I think it’s rooted in something true and beautiful about human nature.

    As an elementary school counselor, I’d often have children work with clay to relax them and give them something to do with their hands while we talked, I can’t tell you the number of times little girls made me “food.”

  3. Umm Yusuf says:

    Mash’Allah beautiful!

  4. Maithri says:

    Dear Brother Irving,

    I loved this the first time I read it and it moves me still…

    Thank you for sharing it again with us all,

    May the blessings flow like the crystal waters for you and yours, for Priya, for the world,

    With love, M

  5. Rabu says:

    beautiful……..

    the poem make me cry again. I feel , I am unfortunate , I lost my baba long time ago.

    But I know Allah knows everything.

    I just can’t express myself……..,

    thanks for sharing.

  6. Abdur Rahman says:

    Salaams Baba Darvish,

    As the father of two daughters, this really speaks to me! Allah bless Priya for writing it, and you for posting it here.

    Abdur Rahman

  7. Irving says:

    Salaam Dear Brothers and Sisters:

    Thank you for the sweet and kind comments :) The poem touches my heart also, and Rabu, Priya informed me that she lost her father when she was seven, so also lost her father a long time ago, and wrote this poem in loving memory of him. Yet the love he gave her, and your father gave you, are not lost. May Allah bless their souls.

    Alhamdulillah! Love is all that we take with us to the hereafter, and it is of love that the gardens of paradise are formed.

    Ya Haqq!

  8. absolutely beautiful….oh, i love it!

  9. pbsweeney says:

    I was so deeply moved when I read the original post, that I am very happy and grateful that you have presented it here as well. Stories of such love so beautifully expressed, are best shared as often as possible. They are testament to our common striving to, for and within Love!

    Salaaams,
    Patricia

  10. Sumera says:

    Loved it :) Reminds me of my Dad :D Beautiful. Thank you for sharing what touched you Irving :)

  11. Safiyyah says:

    As Salaamu Alaikum Brother Irving:

    Beautiful, Masha Allah.

    You can tell that you are the father of a recently-engaged daughter :) You must be thinking of when she was your little maa.

  12. Sis Zabrina says:

    Bismillaah

    As Salaamu ‘alaykum and peace to all,

    Salaam brother Irving, MashaAllaah, such a beautiful piece. I felt like i am reading about myself and my dad, alhamdulillaah. He is a wonderful person, raised me full of love and care. He is a very patient man, put up with all my silliness, innuendos, confusion when i was younger.

    May Allaah bless him and all fathers in this world who have raised their daughters with patience and love as how our Deen prescribed, ameen.

    Salaam
    Sis Zabrina

  13. Shahrzad says:

    Beautiful poem. I didnt know about Bengal in India and how they treat girls.

  14. priya says:

    thanks brother irving and all the readers …i am grateful to you all.

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