My Mother Told Me
My mother told me
someday I would be,
a doctor.
I didn't want to,
but she told me,
so I listened.
Or at least nodded
and said ameen
when she and my dad
would make dua for me.
They still do, I still do.
Both dua and nodding.
My brother told me,
doctors make moola,
I said sadaqta ya mulla.
But I don't like hard work,
so we'll see what happens;
you can't escape your destiny.
Whatever happens,
I hope I make them proud,
my sister too—both her making
them proud and me making her proud.
Oh, and my babysitter too, Koba.
(dum-dums, together, 'trong)
© Walyullah
someday I would be,
a doctor.
I didn't want to,
but she told me,
so I listened.
Or at least nodded
and said ameen
when she and my dad
would make dua for me.
They still do, I still do.
Both dua and nodding.
My brother told me,
doctors make moola,
I said sadaqta ya mulla.
But I don't like hard work,
so we'll see what happens;
you can't escape your destiny.
Whatever happens,
I hope I make them proud,
my sister too—both her making
them proud and me making her proud.
Oh, and my babysitter too, Koba.
(dum-dums, together, 'trong)
© Walyullah