In shadows cast by absence, I began my quest,
A father’s love elusive, yet I sought the best.
My mother, strong and virtuous, her heart a guiding light,
Filled our lives with warmth and hope, through every day and night.
Like Jesus, born of Mary, a miracle so grand,
I wandered through this world, held by a greater hand.
He spoke of God as Creator, a love that knows no bounds,
In every whispered prayer, His presence can be found.
As a child, I turned to spirit, in silence sought my peace,
In moments filled with longing, my heart found sweet release.
Though trivial were my wishes, each plea met with grace,
A father’s love, though absent, filled every empty space.
From dust, the tale of Adam, a bond that’s deep and true,
No earthly father needed, just the divine in view.
In recognizing our origin, we share a sacred thread,
A spark of life within us, where love and hope are bred.
Though challenges surrounded, my mother’s love remained,
In loss, I found a blessing, a heart that’s uncontained.
The void once felt as sorrow, transformed into a song,
A spiritual connection, where I’ve always felt I belong.
Reflecting on this journey, the love I sought was here,
In every step and heartbeat, my path became so clear.
Just as Jesus drew strength from the heavens up above,
I learned to lean on faith, a boundless, endless love.
This tale of love and loss, a testament I share,
To those who feel the absence, know the divine is there.
In every heart that’s broken, in every tear that falls,
The love beyond all measure, forever gently calls.
Mariam Al-Majid is a first generation Afghan American citizen residing in Loudoun county. A thinker and truth seeker.
