She gave me.
She gave me her knowledge.
She gave me her compassion, and empathy.

She gave me her trust.
She gave me so selflessly.
She gave me a strategy.
She gave me her perspective.
She gave me her eyes to see.
She gave me through her humor, academic, and poetry.

She gave me through her questions, illustrations, and advices.

She fed me gently, acknowledged my pain, thought of my temperaments, and fragility.

She is the best at what she does. A physician, a teacher, a nurturer, a mother, an aunt, a sister, a friend, and a buddy.
She gave me the emotions of her every cell, without ever directly saying a word to me.

She gave me at a time she couldn’t give herself.

How, just how, can I be ungrateful?.
How can I see her tear, and my heart ever be settled.

I swear on He who raised the sky without foundations.

I swear on He who fed the lost black bird, in the middle of a dark night, in the middle of a lost forest, in the middle of the largest ocean, my heart will not stop bledding until her tear dries. Until her heart is content, and settled.

Until I know that she is smiling, or tearing because of an overwhelming happiness in her heart, that her heart can’t contain.

As long as I breath, I will pray to God. Prostrate to Him. Beg Him to keep me steadfast on His way, that my prayers are accepted by Him for her. For her. Just for her!