Friday, March 12, 2010


how someone view the beauty of praying

She stood as part of the row,
white sheets dancing to the breeze,
As a voice sang to one single tune.

A pause,
and the whole room echoed with a single sound.

Her forehead touches the ground.

She could hear her own thoughts,
her own heart’s melody,
and a voice telling her that everything will be ok.

Tears flow freely down her cheeks.

She has made peace.
And she now knows what to do.

It reminds me that anything is possible, even in such a short span of time, if you just try and dedicate your everything to it.

Alhamdulillah, I have lost several things and cried several rivers along the way, but for what I have gained - the realization that I am a Muslim - these losses are nothing.

If your heart is whispering, calling you to Islam, listen to it. It is never too late to change, InsyaAllah!

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