Tired feet touch the soft prayer mat and the heart finds peace,
Almost immediately the limbs are put at ease,
Spiritual and physical benefits in each posture,
All the blessings we’ll never know for sure.
The prayer, so perfect and holistic,
Everything beautifully in sync,
Until we reach the ultimate position,
Bowed down, head and body flat, completely surrendered in prostration.
The words that are uttered have brought many to tears,
That is, of course, for those with open hearts and ears.
It shouldn’t matter how long you take,
Everything else should be left to wait.
The hustle and bustle of the world drowned out,
Remembering what this world and our existence is really about,
Everything seems so insignificant and small in comparison,
The prayer bringing us together in unison.
Some have spoken about a light that emanates,
We cannot all see, but there are different states.
The servant connecting with the Master, the Creator,
Building our faith, stronger and stronger.
Ah! This is a special kind of sweetness,
That we simple human beings are allowed to witness,
The ultimate truth, in the best of ways,
And it really doesn’t matter what who says.
There were times when I used to take it for granted,
Forgetting the treasure I had being given,
But with Allah’s will I was brought back to my senses,
And now I am no longer content to sit on fences.
I wouldn’t give it up for the world,
Because it surpasses all that we know,
The goodness is only for our own benefit,
And this salaah, this prayer is truly the best gift.
(SubhanAllah, Alhamdullillah, Allahu Akbar)
I also just want to say Jazakallah Khayr to brother Ibn Hanif who invited me to post on this blog after reading this poem on my blog,
Muslim Women Exposed. And Jazakallah Khayr to sister Nuriddeen as well. May Almighty Allah reward both of you and accept all your efforts in His path, Inshaa Allah.