Sheikh Zayed Masjid



I miss

the cold marble floors

of the Masjid,

The intricate patterns on the ceilings

and walls, so blue

so serene,

A small fountain

spurting cool water

where I can slump my hand in,

A place where I can reach out


And feel his presence,

Solacing my woes

calming my nerves

in his no nonsense way,

He is All-Knowing


and All-Hearing,

The ONLY one

who knows what writhes

in this dirty heart of mine,

Blackened by sins

so awry

and incapacitated?


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