Sadia Shakeel ,
Hamilton
Beneath a sky of burning gold,
Where silent winds through valleys rolled,
She stood beside the desert bare,
With only faith and whispered prayer.
No river flowed, no branches swayed,
No shelter from the heat was made,
A mother with her child held near,
Yet stronger still than doubt or fear.
And when the thirsty infant cried,
She ran where rocky hilltops rise,
Between Safa and Marwah fast,
Trusting that mercy always lasts.
Seven times her footsteps burned,
Seven times her heart returned,
Not defeated, not alone,
For Allah hears the weakest groan.
Then from the earth a blessing came,
A living spring, Zamzam its name,
A miracle in barren land,
Given by the Most Merciful Hand.
And centuries still speak her way,
Her patience lives in hearts today,
For every soul that walks in light
Learns from her courage in the night.
O noble mother, brave and true,
The desert itself remembers you,
And every pilgrim’s faithful stride
Keeps Hajar’s hope alive inside.
S.s
