Bismillah, alhamdulillah
Down I go in full flow, not fast not slow
Through the doors, into the outdoors
The call has come, for everyone
Past the puddle, I trundle
Date tree on my left, of dates bereft
Concrete street, under my feet
Passed Snow White, the clothes so bright
Cars hooting, as they pass driving
Bells ringing, cyclists whizzing
Right at the bins, full of tins
Guarded by cats, in this city of flats
Passed the meat shop, sad chickens awaiting the chop
Left at the chemist, passed the footballers I twist.
The green gates appear, as the world beings to disappear
The second call, reaches me at the wall
Through the simple door, onto the masjid floor
Hands rising, behind me the world is falling
I join my line, at the behest of the Sublime.
Inspired by my daily journey from my flat to the local masjid or mosque in a suburb of Cairo (2004)
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