In realms of knowledge I now proudly stand,
An exceptionally savant soul, I've grown.
Though humble origins marked my own land,
My parents, wise, a noble path had shown.
My sisters, dear, they shaped my destiny,
Their guidance and support, a boundless boon.
Like pillars strong, they stood beside me,
And paved the way beneath the gentle moon.
Among them, Amena, the eldest and grand,
A colossus within our family's embrace.
For us, she lived and died, a noble strand,
Her name, a tribute to Prophet Muhammad's grace.
My father, horseman bold and a farmer too,
His hands on reins and soil, a master's sway.
My mother, humble, gracious, and true,
Her love and care would brighten any day.
Within our midst, I was the only son,
With sisters, elder, nurturing like a dove.
Amena, a mother to all, as one,
Her selfless love, a blessing from above.
Now, as I stand, a scholar wise and bright,
I owe my journey to their tender care.
Their wisdom and devotion brought me light,
A beacon strong, leading me everywhere.
So let this song be an ode to them,
My parents, sisters, and Amena so dear.
In gratitude, my heart shall ever remain
For their love and support, forever dear.
~ Dr Intaj Malek
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