It’s Been a Long Time Since I Made Salat: A Muslim Horror Story With a Hopeful Ending

This might be your story.  It starts with missing Fajr (too early) or Isha (too tired).  Zhur, Asr, and Magrib (too busy) also get lost.  Maybe you make salat once at night and try to make all five prayers at one time, but then that becomes too difficult. 

A Place of Gratitude

 

 

 

Where words cease
And language cannot describe
That is the place where tears begin

Where the body cannot reach
Though it meets the unseen
That is the place where tears begin

Where emotions tumble
So the heart cannot decipher itself
That is the place where tears begin

In gratitude to Allah
For all of His Mercies
All unexpected, all undeserved

© 2007 Umm Umar

 

 

My Heart

There are times when my heart
Is so full of fear
It aches from the weight of it
 
There are times when my heart
Is so full of joy
That it flutters like a bird full wanting to take flight
From the sheer joy of submission to its existence

There are times when my heart
Is so full of shame and grief
That it bends like a willow, weeping for forgiveness—
Its boughs trailing in a stream, the tears of its repentance

                                            © 2007 UmmUmar