When the call to prayer is heard
A new hope is born.
You and I perceive.
It’s the crack of the dawn.
The day breaks in
And birds chirp a sound.
The flowers bloom.
Tranquility is found.
Prayer mats unfurl.
The Almighty is praised.
With a deep belief in heart
The first prostration takes place.
In the remembrance of Allah
Salah is observed.
And for the chosen ones
Parts of heavens are reserved.
Yumna Fazal
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