Ishaa prayers fill my space,
Resonate with the Imaam ,
Praying with such fortitude,
Granted only by abstinence.
My kids cling to me,
Little Stars that need no light,
Yet they pucker to moon ,
Cast off they are from Sun.
Goodnight mother! They say;
Alarms of struggle and flight,
Clashes upon me with might;
As Imam delivers Tawareeh prayer !
Loudly he recites the last rakht
To remind me of the duaa
Al Hasn ibn Ali was rendered solely
For He has decreed verily
There is no refuge from You
Except with You.
For many years the Imam’s prayers
Strayed my tears and bestowed strength
Struggled I to fathom what he cried
Some things are like that; you know
it takes pain away no excuse paved
Same are the Imaams prayers
As I look out to the mosque
Standing in its grandeur
May Peace be with all !
