As the dawn of tomorrow…..
Reveals the harsh reality of night
I would be ready to leave
Run the mataf once last time
And say my goodbye
This place does not belong to me
But feels home …nevertheless
Hearts melt at every prayer
Mind refreshed
Soul rejuvenated
At every breath felt indebted
Thankful yet undeserved
The feelings are real
Like slicing your heart
Hurt at every cut
Come tomorrow I will walk away
With my fears and my tears
For when I will return
Only Allah knows
Not much time left for me
Not much energy left in me
If the plane left me early
Or the soul left me sooner
This could be my last sujud
On these sacred grounds
Where the angels and prophets
Used to come and graced the place
Every step of every round
In tawaf was a struggle
To keep up and catch up
With myself
But the Kaaba was there
Making it so close to my Rabb
At Sa’ie
The steep downhill seems hard
My feet hurt as the ground grips
But Siti Hajar was alone running
Back and forth for the life of her son Ismail
Hopelessness didn’t take them away
They lived…..
They endured …..
So do I …..
I will live …through this hardship
Goodbye
….. and thank you Ya Rabb for this opportunity.
