A Tribute to My Son

By Samina Muhammad

This book is tribute to my lovely son, Talha Muhammad who passed away last year just a day before his 20th birthday. It is an extra ordinary story of our love and longing for each other, throughout our lives and at the end we were given a chance to spend time fully with each other in the hospital, before his permanent departure.

Ever since I have turned into a deeply spiritual person and enlightened by God, I’ve also answered all the frequently asked questions from believers and non believers. So a lot of knowledge there, for everyone with a different perception.Please grab it with a smile.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Mar 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781524676810

Samina Muhammad

There isn't much to tell about my childhood as I was raised in Pakistan in an abusive environment by my mother only. Due to the abuse I grew up with anxiety at young age and started suffering from severe depression from the age of seventeen. Then I got married when I turned twenty, thinking it would be start of an adventure but eventually it turned into my worst nightmare.I continued to suffer in silence and also had a lot of trouble raising two demanding kids.My son was suffering from Duchanne Muscular Dystrophy.I was put into really tough situations throughout my life.Faced it or not faced it, I'm not sure about that but I did manage to survive.Then my marriage broke and I got separated from my kids due to my depression. Then I remarried but that after two years that broke.But this time depression could not defeat me and I started helping people around and learning about Islam, making the good use of my solitude. In between I had few more heartaches, betrayals and at the end, biggest trauma of my life, my beloved son's departure from this world. My first book is about the betrayal of my love and best friend. I'm still going through my son's death and I will never get over it . A mother can never forget her son's death. Now a days, I'm working on my mission for peace. Calling everyone with love on one platform so all the violence, terrorism and wars could end. People are responding to my call. This is first step and eventually there will be peace. I'm currently living with my parents and my brother lives here too with his three adorable kids. Keep smiling, keep shining,love you all.

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/17/2017

ISBN: 978-1-5246-7688-9 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-7681-0 (e)

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CONTENTS

A Tribute To My Son

Forever

Choice

My Blood And Flesh

My Beloved Son

Zombies

Pure Soul

Please Don’t Go

Only You Belong To Me

Only Living Man

Hope

My Knight

They Do Not Return

I Miss You My Baby

Dull Life

Realization

They Do Not Say

I Must Cry

I Want To Cry

I’m Not Bad

Mourn With Dignity

My Heart Beat

He Is Heavenly

Rope

My Rival

Good Changes

Forgiving

Arrestation Of My Rival

Time Might Heal

I’m Sorry My Baby

My Duty

Help Me

Test Of Gratitude

I Want Love

What Is Love

My Sadness

Love Is Remedy

Grant Me

My Crown

Truth

Your Effect On Me

You Aren’t Mine

I Forgot

Your Dad

Your Sister

A Gardener

A Friend

Coffin

Repair

Your Brother

My Love

Stalking

Trust

I’m Not Your Prey

I Will Win You

My Friends

My Fantasy

His Ring

Freedom

Let Go

Wake Up

I’m Safe Home

Christmas For Me

New Year For Me

My Guardian Crows

Be Grateful Bats

Abusive Birth Trees

Time Show

Double Policy

New Start

A Call For Peace

Your Shower

I Want To Help

I Will Be A Healer

My Remorse

Her Style

My Sympathy

Hereafter

Elegance Of Earth

Preventing Riots

My Dream

God

Allah Is The Most Loving

Alhamdulillah I’m Muslim

Daughters

Allah Loves Me

Love His Post

Allah Will Not

Fall In Love With Allah

Subhan Allah

Alhamdulilah

Mutual Love

Allah’s House

You Are The Provider

Give Me The Strength

His Refuge

Hardest Test

What’s In My Prayers

My Queen Mama Pbuh

Our Messiah

Please Come

My Victory

Your Thumbs Up Stance

My Only Father

Please Father

My Five

Miracles Of Our Jesus Christ

Holy Spirit

My Mission

Repentance

Why They

He Was An Innocent Too

Daddy (Pbuh’s) Kingdom

It Is A Worship Too

Daddy Pbuh’s Prayers

Extra Ordinary Men

Peace Be Upon Him

They Are Scared

A Call For Peace

Jinns

Shri Ram And Sita Ji

Prep For Anti-Christ

Daddy (Pbuh) The Winner

I’m Too Shy

Short Essays

Let The Sleeping Ones Sleep

All Unseen Are Jinns

Interesting Facts

Life After Death

Rest In Peace

Small Tasks Big Reward

Cross: The Sign Of Death

True Muslims Are True Christians Too

Holy Bible’s Language

Circumcision

Fear God

Moderation

When Someone Hates Me Because I’m A Muslim

Islam Is Humanity

Why Bikinis Aren’t Allowed In East

Daddy (Pbuh)’S Return

Daddy (Pbuh)’S Kingdom

Truth Is Hidden In The Similarities

The Journey Of My Devotion

Till The Day It Pains

About The Author

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A TRIBUTE TO MY SON

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FOREVER

You were my first love,

you were my last wish.

You were my best fun,

you were my death wish.

I mourned for you,

you longed for me.

I longed for you,

you launched for me.

Some unfulfilled dreams.

Some unfound beams.

So empty is my lap.

That’s why can’t have a nap.

How I’m going to fill this gap.

Who I’m going to now pat.

Who’s going to,

make me laugh.

This question is,

tearing me apart.

You are gone to,

a better place.

But leaving me,

in this dark space.

I had to accept,

only Heaven is going to reside us together.

But I never thought,

how painful it would be to lose you forever.

CHOICE

You can sit and complain,

on the rest of your road.

Or you can get up and,

be grateful for what you have in your boat.

I choose to be grateful,

for what I have lost.

I choose to be grateful,

for what I have got.

Loosing something precious,

again and again.

It is not a defeat,

it’s actually a gain.

The rule is to be grateful,

and not losing your brain.

Life is a test,

and at the end you will regain.

As we are muslims,

and we know His names.

Kind, merciful, generous,

and only he has the reins.

He has reasons,

for all His plans.

If you surrender,

and go with His plans.

He removes your calamities or keep you calm.

He does give you priority and also the balm.

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MY BLOOD AND FLESH

You are my blood and flesh,

how can you be far away.

You are in my veins,

in my heart, and in my whole clay.

You have gone,

to Heaven, the best place.

There you aren’t alone,

you have so many mates.

It’s not a crime,

as you haven’t betrayed me.

It is your prime,

as the patience you had displayed me.

The love you sprayed on me.

The trick you played on me.

You had lost your best friend,

but did not tell me.

Mama will worry and get ill,

but they won’t let her meet me.

My eyes are dripping.

My heart is also clinching.

You suffered in silence.

You were afraid of the violence.

I owe you an apology.

I couldn’t read your psychology.

My intuition also had failed me.

I don’t know what had scaled me.

Not even one hint.

I am such an unfit.

I hate myself,

to fail you my baby.

I could not fight,

as I was an ill lady.

Quiet like you,

as no one was on my side.

Could not try for you,

as no one took my side.

Nobody wanted to see,

what I was bearing.

No body wanted to see,

how you were daring.

You sealed you lips,

as you were waiting.

Your end is close,

no point of complaining.

You accepted the scene,

this time as it was.

You were on your way,

to where the heaven was.

You are in the heaven now,

and it is so comforting.

You would not even imagine now,

so no point of confronting.

They will always cry now,

in the guilt of their crime.

For what they did to us,

now for the rest of their life.

You enjoy the heaven love,

and wait for me there.

Nobody will ban us,

to meet each other there.

Your stay is permanent,

and full of tranquillity.

You enjoy your present,

and His blessed facility.

MY BELOVED SON

You were the only one,

who loved me unconditionally.

Everybody takes advantage of,

my solitude and vulnerability.

It’s hard to think positive,

when I’m shaken by who should be shading.

It’s not easy to learn or teach others,

when your own faith is shaking.

I know what I’m loosing.

But not what I’m choosing.

I’m going down the hill.

Or I’m going up the hill.

It is all part of life.

Just the matter of time.

I’m always caught,

by the unexpected.

But it is part of what,

should be accepted.

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I do know,

what I might lose.

No body wants to,

get into my shoes.

They choose to be bad.

Even though I get sad.

They do know,

power of the dark.

But not when,

I’m getting on the ark.

I’m waiting for the tide.

When it’s turning for my time.

I might forget this all,

and move on.

But what’s there for me,

and where to go on.

ZOMBIES

He was dead,

yet I felt closer to him.

He was my head,

as I was role model to him.

He was happy for my pleasure,

but what could I do for him.

He’s gone now for an adventure,

and I still feel connected to him.

Even though our world is,

no longer for him.

but now it is a lot easier,

to work for him.

I can read Quran and,

send the reward to him.

Moreover there is no,

restriction to meet with him.

You all are alive,

but now I don’t feel linked to you.

You broke my trust

and wow still expect me to work for you.

You laughed at my love,

so your arrogance made you really cheap.

You were given a pure love,

but your Ignorance that you couldn’t keep.

You weighed your happiness,

with the scale of her money.

You betrayed your happiness,

with the scale of your mockery.

Your foolishness can be forgiven,