I close the door
Draw the blinds
Spread out the prayer mat
And plunge straight in for prostration.
My forehead presses hard against the floor
Hot tears stream down my cheek
And fall, with full consent
Onto the prayer mat
Softening, moistening
The smooth velvet of the rug
And the stiff, arrogant, cold fabric
Of my heart.
SubhanAllah!
Glory be to Allah.
SubhanAllah!
More fervently this time.
SubhanAllah!
I just can't seem to say it enough.
Alhamdulilah!
All praise to Allah.
Alhamdulilah!
For blessing me with everything I need and more.
Alhamdulilah!
For loving me despite the wayward mortal that I am.
AllahuAkbar!
Allah is the Greatest.
AllahuAkbar!
Everything in this world will one day perish, except for Him alone.
AllahuAkbar!
Verily, to Him do we belong and to Him do we finally return.
