Our lost mother

by Tijjani Grema Mustapha
(Nigeria)

I lost my soul mate today. A loss that can't be found. The lost that leads to forever. My mother: she's gone to the underworld. Not to visit, but to stay there forever. I wish tears could bring her back, because the whole world is filled with tears. Sad faces are not to be counted. The world is at silence. I can hear people praying, asking for forgiveness upon her. If humans were immortal, I could have called her perfect mother. She's beautiful in any of her ways. Emotionally, physically and mentally. She taught many how to be patient and handle their lives. She taught me specifically how to lower my gaze and greet my elders. We will miss you our dearly beloved mother. We will never forget you in all our senses of imaginations and thinking. You're the queen of all queens, and the king of kings. I can't go further in my words, because I can't see at the moment. Tears are flowing on my cheeks like a stream and making the sheets of the paper wet. Let me stop here and tend to my crying eyes. My prayers for you will be the first in all of my prayers. We love you and we will miss you. Au revoir our beloved mother. May the soul of yours rest in perfect peace. Amen.