He takes a
bath, spiritual
And takes
another, habitual
First to
cleanse of sins, his soul
Then to clean
dirt off his whole
Perfuming attire,
scents of paradise
Head to
toes, white on white, thrice
He picks his
mat, beads, a soft muffler
A habit, now
second nature to this feller
Another Jum’at call, mind, body he ablutes
He’s no
soldier, but plans to throw salutes
Ready for an
appointment he’s since kept
Everything
he has, of wants nothing’s left
Think not
that affluence is what is meant
Check,
double check, he’s flawlessly clean
On a steel
stick still, his each step will lean
Once young,
then a father, now a grandpa
Preferring
to walk the distance, though far
Slowly, but
surely he will stroll in the street
Familiar
faces, male, female, children greet
Arriving, he
stands in awe of his destination
He’s come
here, for over 40 years of devotion
A historic
monument 400 years and counting
Each day of
gathering, he comes to its planting
His
position, marked by his regular presence
Consistently
reciting his words with eloquence
Celebrating
Him, Whom he gloriously reveres
Of all
offers, this he wholeheartedly prefers
His 4 hours
patience for a 10 minutes salat ritual
Finally it’s
time for a true promise, he least expect
Standing
white, inside out clean, mind in retrospect
Like any
true Muslim on the right path
He often wishes
for martyrdom in his heart
But age has
taken him custody, stripping off hopes
Barely can
he stand upright, tall but bent he copes
Before His
Majestic Throne he prepares to prostrate
His purpose
on earth, he reaffirms, to truly vindicate
No short-changing
nor delaying, a smile that dimples
Submitting
to Allah’s Will, copying the Rasool’s examples
The call is Adhan made, he stands up in front row
Legs, shoulders
adjust to solidify, a single wall flow
A million
minds harmonize, spirited for The Only One
Then Gates
of Heaven open, a “Boom!!!” ushers Baffan.
- And others
to the Ultimate of Success!!!
© 2014
Tijjani M. M.
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