It wasn’t a question of what or where,
It was always the question of how.
The destination was never too far to reach,
As long as her feet would allow.
Fawzia holds the meaning of victorious,
And her every step was leading,
With her feet, one after the other,
They were always aimed for succeeding.
Actually, how, was never really a question,
With her feet on the ground,
To Fawzia,
The impossible was never the impossible.
Because with her feet on the ground,
To her, never was there a thing that was bound.
By Charlotte Taylor
Dedicated and written in memory of Fawzia Braine
