Poem

POEM
 
Abdulkadir Yahya
 
Oh YAHYA, we feel nothing these days,
The source of peace and the house of wisdom are in mourning,
The intellectual slain in the early hours of the morning,
Though you are in the grave and our trust is damaged,
Your words echo and you have not left us,
What you have sewn for the sake of usable peace,
We will not be silent about and your mission will endure,
And with Allah wish it will cover the fullness of our land.

 
− Ms. AMINA SAID ALI