Momma loves me...

May I? Wow! I really dunno where to begin. But, I'd scribble some words.

Momma loves me....she's been my inspiration from birth.

Momma loves me...never treated me differently from my siblings.

Momma loves me....always wanting the best for me.

Momma loves me....made me a better man.

Momma loves me.....a better man I have become.

Momma loves me......she's the best momma alive. Sounds cliché? Yes, she's indeed the best :)

Momma loves me.....I'm tryna get the younger version of you.


Momma loves me......I regret not having the cute grandchild as yet.


Momma loves me.....I regret the pain I caused.

Momma loves me.....she gave birth to The Amazing Heem :)


May the Good God grant her all her beneficial heart desires. And grant her the best of both worlds. Amen.


HAPPY 60TH BIRTHDAY 🎂 to My Amazing Momma.

Heem Loves You Till Eternity.

Zara Gretti the angel Superstar

We were together yesterday,
rubbing minds,
cracking jokes,
sharing words of different kinds.
we were so engrossed in enthusiasm,
completely consumed by his lovely dreams,
For in a flash of a light,
He was struggling for his life,
He lost the fight, kicked the bucket, after the fright.
Soon after, it was what a loss!
Didn't you see her yesterday?
hale and hearty,
no sign of being unhealthy,
always close, never far-away,
until she embraced the last second,
hugged death, simply wholeheartedly.
Moments later,
people begin to shiver,
quiver, and couldn't decipher?
as they shed treacherous tears,
let out their agonies,
embossed by their worst fears.
soon after, it was what a loss!
isn't Death enough a reminder?
As she sweeps the old,
don't the young shares the cold?
isn't Death enough a huge Fear,
as she splits awesome lovers,
don't fearsome foes catches the fever?
who knows?
I might be next,
It could be you,
perhaps,now or later,
Don't you really feel bothered?
Ever seen a strong man trembling?
crying and crumbling?
calling for help,
gasping for breath,
yet, couldn't be saved by his might?
ever seen the terror of an emperor,
sweating profusely,
drilling, drooling and screaming,
helpless at his time of dying?
ever thought about your moment too?
Many had given-up the fight,
beside, none have ever won it,
many had given-up the ghost,
beside, all will eventually taste it.
What have Ye put forward,
dear beloved brother?
how do you look onward,
dear beloved sister?
what if you die today?
Where would you be straight-away?
Al-Maut!
coming for me,
heading to you...
wouldn't you rather get prepared?
before they scream;
Oh what a loss!
From Allaah we come,
to Him, our return.
Allaahul Musta'aan.
Adieu my friend Zara Joseph