Young and innocent
Looking up to God every day of her life
Worshipping and serving Him
The joy of childhood
Taken away from her
A girl so pure in heart and body
A girl whose life was nearly shuttered
Upon the realization that she was pregnant
Just as that man had told her
But he was a messenger of God
That was what he sa...id
How could he ruin her so?
She wished for death
She wanted honour
But that did not seem like one
Who would believe her story?
Her mother was an honourable woman
She prayed to God
To honour her with a child
And God had answered
Her father was an indispensable man
A man everybody respected
Why did hers have to be different?
She looked up to God for mercy
He was her only hope
During childbirth
She felt pain
But God made her birth easy
In a way that marveled her
Then she took her baby home
The people were surprised
To see her
With a child
An illegitimate son
For she was not married
Her mother was an honourable woman
Her father was a God fearing man
Why did she disgrace herself so?
But she pointed at her baby
Lying in his cradle
They were astonished
Why could she not talk to them herself?
How could they talk to a baby?
But the baby spoke
He told them of the good news
He was a messenger of God
Blessed the day he was born
The day he would die
And the day he would be resurrected
He was a mercy onto mankind
A proof of God’s power
An honour unto a girl
An innocent and God fearing girl
A girl who had spent her life serving God
A girl who leaned on no one
But on God
A girl raised above all women
A role model for all who believe
A girl honoured
With the spirit of God
A spirit that was one of God’s creation
What a girl?
How can I be like this girl?
Even if I would not have that great baby
How can I have a little of her blessing
Just a little Maryam in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem