Koni Ontha Motakamela | Fatima Asad

When you knocked on the door of life, you made mercy a fence for your parents, then all the signs of gloom were extinguished, when you smiled like the great morning, and when you became the lady of someone's heart and gave birth to another moon, you made of your palms a shadow for your half and your child, and when you are old, they become forgetful for the night and the grandchildren, and fate wrote on your forehead the brightness of heaven. Blessed. O female existence and all wishes, how much we would have drowned if you weren't the master of this life.