Jul 12, 2021
The Sweetness of the Mosque
I hear the Athan bell
and embrace the nostalgic nights smell
The people crawl out from their homes
leaving their buzzing phones
***
Alive is the night,
oh what a sight!
The wind comes to life
A husband and a wife
A mother and her kids
People in their mid’s
***
Once a secluded building, now sought
It is surely not for naught?
I’ve missed these nights of taraweeh in you —
prayer, silence, tranquility is the cue
The busy hustling
and all our bustling
pauses for a brief and beautiful time
like this rhyme.
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Together in the tens of thousands we stand,
with no specific brand
Muslims from all the lands
Our brother and sisters in Islam
All belonging to the same fam —
because united we stand
worshipping none,
except for the exalted one.
