My ear drums can contain
But only the ringing of defeat,
muffled by the waves crashing on my two feet.
Distracted by the wails from the sirens of modernity,
the cries of vices, unfamiliar places
pounding on the empty shells of serenity.
The hails of the prayers kill the requiem of dawn
placidity now, a rare thorn
In haste of the chase, I forgot the Qibla of my heart
In the haze of the maze, I let the Mihrab crumble apart
Monumental stillness, Raging calmness
Empty , blasphemy.
Lost, heed the caution
losing my religion, food for the ocean
drowning in fire, freezing as they burn
Helter-skelter, prayer in order
I have to run for cover,
between the surahs of my Quran
before the professions of your kalimah
within the inflections of our adhān
But the sirens invaded my head, creeping closer to the shores of my heart.
Ravenous, smearing stains all over my Shahada , pouring sand into this cut