Mufti, Mufti where are you?
Your sudden absence has left me blue
I know it’s my fault and that i’m to blame.
But since you’ve been gone it’s just not the same.
You may have been quiet and small in size,
But you were also erudite, calm and wise.
A paragon of how religious scholars should be
Never judgemental, mean or ever scary.
Kind to Christian, Muslim or Jew
To every man you’d pay respect to.
Be it people of stature, dukes, or dames.
Or us ordinary folk, you treat all the same.
Are you back in Egypt playing backgammon and sipping tea?
Or in meetings with delegates discussing the state of humanity?
In any case, I can’t help being selfish, wishing you were here with me.
But I know you have much to do, many silent battles to fight.
And you are always in my head, although out of sight.
My protector, my companion but foremost my friend.
But perhaps an email or letter you could send.
So I’m reassured that you are settled and ok
That your fur is not compromised and that I shall see you some day.
Mufti Mufti where are you?
Your sudden departure has left me blue.

Written by: Sima Barmania