How often have you fallen silent
Amidst the tears felled by a nightly prayer
The absence of an instant answer
Spurns like dismissal, bitter and unfair
Do you not think that for a moment
The one who molded you from dirt
Fashioned your soul out of the fabric of the universe
Does not despair alongside when you're hurt?
Say: "Oh Allah, there is none worthy of my worship -
Save for my Lord, most merciful and fair"
For if he never sought to ease your hardship
He would've never guided you to make the prayer.
Aisha. B
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By the Fig and the Olive
PoetryThis is a collection of original Islamic poetry, but more so, an inside-look on how it feels to be a muslimah in a world hell-bent on making you like everybody else. This book is not intended to offend anyone, it is a simple collection of my experie...
