In Mecca’s sacred sands, beneath the scorching sun,
A mother’s love and faith, a journey just begun.
Hajer, a name that echoes through the ages past,
Her strength and resilience, a story meant to last.
Amidst the arid desert, she ran from Safa to Marwa’s crest,
In search of life’s sustenance, her heart put to the test.
With Isma’il, her beloved son, her hope in God unwavering,
She ran seven times between those hills, her faith forever engraving.
Her call for water echoed in the valley’s empty space,
A mother’s desperate plea, a longing to embrace,
The gift of God’s provision, a miracle in disguise,
The blessed Zamzam spring, a wellspring that never dries.
Hajer, a symbol of strength, of a mother’s boundless love,
Her faith, her determination, inspired from up above.
Her footsteps on that sacred path, a testament of grace,
In the timeless journey of Hajj, her legacy we embrace.
