“Utaybah” is a poem written deeply in the memory of my beautiful daughters. I miss them a lot every single day. I go through their old pictures and videos and that always bring tears to my eyes. 


Although I have written a complete book in their memory it always seems not enough to talk about them or to explain the agony what I feel about them all the time. The sorrows that I carry are huge and living without them is such a difficult life I never imagined. The name of the book I wrote is ” Dear Darling Pearls” . The book is in paperback and Ebook formats and available online for purchase.


Like “Utaybah” I have written many poems earlier as well in their memory like “Umaiza” . Many others as well. I see through the window from the past how beautiful they are. I love them more than my life and I would always love them till I have my last breath. They are my everything.



Written by Rana M


Oh sweet December, remember what heaven brought us
An angel emerged and delivered to us, on my doorsteps
Her presence indeed, applaud, cherished and celebrated
The essence from heaven, walked in fairy’s footsteps


Still remember the moment, the first time I met her
On 19th December, Utaybah came to me quietly
Wrapped in snowy bright, shiny delicate blanket
Eyes closed, she revolutionized my life completely


I flew above clouds, over meadows & mountains
Plunged into another world of excitement, suddenly
Fresh as the morning glory, pure as the life itself
I heard gossips of angels, discussing her beauty 


Having her scent more precious than lilies & roses
I stared at her, shy but with utmost exuberance
As soon as I kissed her forehead, she held my hand
And whispered, Oh dear father, I feel your presence


Pretty vigilant but fairly mild smile on her cute face
Mesmerized my soul, in purely and heavenly way
I mumbled, welcome! Utaybah, my sweet daughter
Beautify my world, enlighten my soul and “Stay”

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