Chotta Reem

She's my friend and she's Reem

As odd her attested name may seem,

But don't judge her too early

For she was our high school Chotta Bheem!

Our school Chotta Bheem now lives in Boston

A land far far away from Alwarpet's Preston,

I wish her the best from the depth of my heart,

For now she bears a life, both in soul and heart.

She asked me to list out some names

And put forth her demand,

That her kid has the name of the most beautiful kind

Names that are simple yet slick,

Unique like Ahmed, yet not hard like brick

And so I went on a voyage

To find a name for Reem's child

A name that slides through every paper,

And glides through every heart.

What would you name him, O' Reem?

What better way to search than to see the sahabas who served the Liege?

Umar, once a reluctant, stubborn pagan; raised his sword to defy Islam.

Then Al-Farook; who relayed the baton of Tawheed.

Hamza, his name, a boost and boon for juvenile muslims,

Arched his way through the kuffars, wading through the war,

Which raised him to the status of Asadullah.

And Saad, son of Muadh,

Whose death shook Allah's throne.

There were many Ibaadullah,

Who wound'nt mind taking a hit for Rasoolullah.

Talhah, Sakhr, Mishal and Said,

Mus'ab, Bilaal, Miqdaad and Zaid.

But the one which strikes me the most,

Was Zaid, son of Haaritha

Adopted, was He from slavvery,

Rewarded, was He for bravery.

What would you name her, O' Reem?

Where else would you look for, than within the Mothers of Believers?

She's fondly called Humayrah

Which means red,a wonderful hue.

She is Aisha,daughter of Abu Bakr,

The Beloved, Renowed, and The Crowned spouse.

Not just beacuse She won the Prophet in a game,

But also because it is my registered name!

Suhayla, A Farook's better half,

Whose love story surpassed Shakespeare's glory.

She raised her son in solitude,

Only to find that he is praised to the highest altitude.

We have an array of names, just for you

Like candies stacked for kids to view,

Radiya, Hadiya, and Madiya

Nadiya and don't forget Afra Sadiya!

And finally, Nusaybah.

The Wonder Woman of ancient Arabia

Did'nt think twice to slay the silly stigma,

Did'nt flinch once when the enemies came flooding.

What will you be named as, Little Reem?

Will you be a Humayrah or a Hurairah?

Tell your mama not to play strict,

Or call me darling, I'll be at your doorstep.

Again, I wish you the best from the depth of my heart,

For indeed, she bears a life, both in soul and in her heart.