When all the world begins to fade,
And fleeting ties are left decayed,
One bond remains, steadfast, true—
A family’s love encircling you.
They see no black, no white, no gold,
No measure of the brave or bold.
No judgment cast, no cruel disguise,
Just open arms and loving eyes.
While others come to judge and leave,
Your family stays to help you breathe.
Through every storm, they hold your hand,
Family—the eternal strand.
~ Aysha Rukaiya Mujeeb ~
