"Standing Beside The Grave Of My Father" By Husna Murad (In the memory of my father died in 1999)
Standing beside the grave of my father, I try to forget the sorrow of an orphan girl.
My father hears from his grave, And a loving voice comes. He says from there, “My child, I remain in your sweet heart. Oh! My daughter, I am present in your tears and laugh. My child, I always exist in your prayer to God.”
I whisper, “Your all memories are going on through my living blood. In the morning and evening, your calling vibrates in my heart. I’ll come to your permanent abode finishing my assigned work.”
Then my silence breaks, Fathers are calling their children from their graves. I find an orphanage in my thought, Billion of children are coming from the orphanage Towards their fathers’ graves. Drops of their tears tickle from those bent down faces, And thousands of sweet memories flow in their hearts.
Then I remember in my solitude heart, One day our all activities on Earth be ended, As the light in the evening gets exhausted. Leaving this Earth, The journey of our souls be towards a spiritual world.
Standing beside the grave of my father, I can’t call him to this permanent world, But I pray for the peace of all fathers’ souls.