.:Thursday, November 04, 2004:.
Fajr
Zainebs poem:
Fajir
It is time to awaken
It is time to arise,
It is time to get up,
To open my eyes
Coming near is the morning light,
I can’t seem to move.
It seems ever so bright
Shaytan is playing with my mind telling me to remain asleep,
He tells me, “You may stay in bed, it’s very warm, you may, you may”
“No, I must conquer this sleepy feeling.” To him I say
I must open my eyes to pray.
To think that I have to even try and prevail over this sleep is such a shame,
If I don’t wake up in time,
I’m the one to blame
I deafeted the shaytan!
I’m up, I’m Up!
As I make wudoo’ for fajir prayer,
I wash away the sleepiness,
The tiredness,
The drowsiness,
The exhaustion away from my eyes
I raise my arms to Allah the most merciful
I recite surat Al-Fatiha to thank him for all that he has provided for me.
For the feet that I walk on,
For the eyesight that allows me to see,
For the hardships he has put me through.
For the person he has permitted me to be
I kneel down with full strength in prostration to Allah,
Asking him to plant the love of this religion in my heart,
For the sister and brotherhood of all the muslimeen to never grow apart.
I ask him to help this umma rise,
To help us become one,
So that he would shade us from the blazing hot sun.
I make salam at the end of my prayer,
To the right, then to the left.
I sit in remembrance to him.
Allah (swt) gave us our soul,
He gave us situations to over come,
He asks that we stand up for our rights and play the real Muslim role.
chotu-meyeh
@ 11/04/2004 04:19:00 PM
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