May you continue to make others fly high with happiness
My daughter Fatimah who is seven, has a special gift. You see, I named her after my aunty Fatimah who is a Somalian songwriter and a poet. When she was born, a song was written for her. Lucky little munchkin!
The song was a masterpiece, and if America’s Got Talent understood Somali, it would be a golden buzzer winner.
When she was four years old, she said: “Mom, Look, I invented an Airplane (she stacked up some shoes and made it look like the airplane:) you know what I’ll do, mom? make the poor people ride it for free because I really like to make people feel special.”
May I live to see the love she’ll give to the world. Take them on a ride of honorable and high places!
Turn frown to bright faces.
Nine months and labor a worthy journey
Her words soo sweet, like honey.
And filled with richness.
God, I am short to give all due thankfulness.
But, still, a million thank You for my Fatimah
She’s truly one of my greatest barakah.
*Barakah*= means blessings in Arabic.
