sometimes
at the end of the day
while I listen to my son breathing
fast asleep
I thank God
for peace
for joy
for love
but sometimes
I think of a father better than me
and a son better than mine
and my heart trembles
and I ask God for strength
to be loyal
to persevere
to trust
even if your son breathes his last
under Karbala’s weeping skies
A Mercy Case 
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