Small Note The Prisoners : Mother

A reddish sun in the western sky,
pale gray clouds swept,
whether it will rain tonight?
or just overcast prolonged,
accompany the soul in the way?
Souls longing for the mother,
Forgive Mother,
until now I have not given proper affection,
affection as the ocean,
cool as the dew that you devote dusk until your age,
you remain firm and sturdy by always exclaim: Astaghfirullah....
Astaghfirullah.....


I was among the pieces of your heart,
peace in the arms of your love,
I was among all the flaws,
soul never regret one bit.


Hope you are always happy,
when fruit touch your heart with a fragrance of prayer ...
Mother I hope you always happy