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Dec 2021
That was my husband,
He rarely said "I love you,"
But his actions showed what I meant to him.
He was always by my side,
Kind, gentle and reassuring,
Be it a visit to a doctor,
A family feud,
Or hassle with my in-laws.
Though he was not for candlelight dinner,
He took me frequently to dinner, picnic and movies,
But to the ones I enjoyed.
He did all the DIY work around the house,
Before I knew something needed to be repaired it was already done.
After early morning and evening prayers I enjoy reciting Quran, duas and talking to Allah,
So he would help me with sending the children to school,
And bed at night,
Though he never helped with cooking or housework,
He lived for his family,
And when he died,
For me it was as if my computer had crashed and I had to start all over again.
I never knew the house needed so much repair,
Nor so many bills needed to be settled,
Or where to shop for groceries.
19/12/2021
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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