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In Memory of Bouthayna Ahmed Helal

by Mahmoud Shalaby

This lady I knew,
Had always helped me through.
She had her special way,
Of making me want to play.
She would always remind me to pray,
To remember God’s way.
But now she’s gone beyond the seventh sky,
Which made me want to cry.
Although it seems we are apart,
She will always remain in my heart.
And now she’s up there watching over me,
Going through the hard obstacles attacking me.
This lady I knew was my grandma,
And her name was Buthayna.

Written by Mahmoud Aly Shalaby, March 2002

Bouthayna Ahmed Helal


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