Arise - A Poem About Salah

I used to arise,

and feel the fell of dark, not day.

Bitter fruit and loneliness upon my way,

I sway, I sway on my face I feel,

the cold silence, the defeat of will,

Allah had destined for me to know this strife,

the icy breeze of the world that bites,

is now transformed, glad tidings, delight!

coolness of my soul,

sweet scent of paradise, no fright

In salah,

my daily meeting with my Maker,

The Most Merciful,

Allah

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