by
Shazah Sabuhi
I set my
foot inside the Holy Mosque,
Upon the
cold, white marble, Where day and night, People
sat
worshipping, praying,
The
tears never did stop.
Right
and left, the Mosque being cleaned,
Shining,
not a particle of dust, The carvings of marble, the plates of gold,
The
symmetry of the whole Mosque, the largest of it all,
The tears
never did stop.
Then
came the grandest of the whole,
The
center of one's life and concerns, The big, Beautiful House of Allah,
Covered
with black cloth and gold leaf writing,
The
tears never did stop
My life
flashed past me, the good and the bad,
such a
feeling I had never felt before,
A
special bondage to the Almighty-A sudden chill in me,
The
tears never did stop
Looking
around, the large floor was filled with people,
Circling
the beautiful house, loudly chanting,
People
sitting, praying for forgiveness,
Praying
for another chance to lead a better life,
The
tears never did stop
Taking a
deep breath, I entered the never ending crowd,
With my
heart pouring out all the prayers I could think of,
Begging
for forgiveness of my sins, Praying to become a better individual
The
tears never did stop
I ran
around the black house,
The
ancient, black house built by Ibrahim centuries ago,
Where
not one second passes when people are not circling it, praying,
The
tears never did stop
I got
closer as did my heart, mind and soul,
I
touched the sacred house, hands trembling,
Knowing
I was as close as ever to the Almighty,
The
tears never did stop
It was
amazing, everyone centered their attention only on worshipping
All
worldly concerns forgotten, focused on praying,
Forgetting
everyday matters and happenings,
The
tears never did stop
The
rituals were tiring, took strength and time,
But what
is a few hours for our Giver? Our Creator?
For what
He has given us, the worldly goods, the luxuries,
A few
hours of forgiveness for our sins,
The
tears never did stop.