Mother’s Tears
Her face is full of fine lines
It becomes more obvious when her heart is touched
Her body, which was already old, looked more and more fragile
When her soul covered with sweat
Her hands were shaking, her voice was boisterous
When the tears melted
Pandemic, tackle his dream come true
Her dream was delayed, to be a guest of Allah, to meet Rasululloh
On the earth of Mecca which is full of blessings
The tears continued to flow
Every time we talk about the rolling corona
Its victims who continue to be exposed
And many bodies were lying
Her mouth never gets tired to keep on dzikir
Her tongue is tireless to continue praying
Hopefully corona quickly get away
So that Mecca is open again
Hania shaikh
Cianjur, Indonesia
