To Bow Down Before My Allah
Before darkness crumbles,
Before light takes its first breath,
To depart to a place that humbles
To determine my destination after death.
Believing- to which I cannot say farewell,
To eyes still under slumber’s spell
To limbs and bed, that are allies
To comfort that there is a prize.
As I stand before the One,
With past sins, mistakes undone,
With modesty and lowered gaze,
With infinite gratitude and praise.
Before and after darkness crumbles,
Before and after light takes its first breath,
Five times, I awake…
An outlet for release
An escape from the cruel
To direction of which path to follow