Henna Aslam
Henna Aslam was a radiant soul who spoke through colors and canvas, weaving her dreams into every piece she touched. Gifted in many mediums — from the richness of oil paints to the vibrancy of digital art — she brought a rare tenderness to her creations. The works featured in this book are a glimpse into the heart of a young artist who, even at just 21 years old, was painting her way toward greatness.
Art was Henna’s safe haven, her truest expression of self, where words fell short but colors soared. Though her time with us was far too brief, her spirit lingers in every brushstroke, every hue, every piece she left behind.
Through her art, Henna continues to whisper to the world — a soft, eternal reminder of the beauty she carried within...
This is a poem dedicated to Henna. She will remain alive in my heart forever. With lots of Love and prayers.....
For Henna
Effortless, instant, I knew I’d love her.
She spoke in sweet, swift stories and streams,
The same through the years, through hopes and dreams.
I look back now with tears in my eyes,
Grief that stays, despite all tries.
She was rare, I knew from the start—
Few are born to play such a part.
Sometimes she clung, sometimes touched light,
I wasn’t her mother—but she was my daughter, right?
I remember the day she sat by my side,
Placed my head in her lap—and smiled with pride.
I loved her love, the joy she gave,
Her calm, her fire, the way she was brave.
She stood like a leader, fierce and bright,
With truth as her sword, and justice her fight.
Then—
I wrote the words, she sketched the lines,
Together we built stories, signs and lives.
We made history, left the crowd stirred,
Our silence roared, our work was heard.
How do I forget you, my child?
You were subtle, untamed, forever so wild.
They say you've gone, you left forever today,
I wouldn't hear your voice or see you play.
My heart, it breaks, it cries so loud,
Yet the world moves on, quiet and proud.
Henna, your name—etched deep and true,
For souls like yours… are precious and few.
I pray for your peace, your heavenly stay,
May angels walk with you all the way.
Love never leaves, and it cannot die—
So we’ll stand tall, and we won’t cry.
Still—
The tears flow endless, these eyes grow tired,
My soul sings sorrow, as memories are fired.
I’ll wait for the day we meet once more—
Till then, may God smile at you—and soar.
