My thoughts gasped for a moment’s breeze.
The soles of my feet cried out for a breather.
A rest it called, a moment’s rest it pleaded.
I consoled the pangs of pain ringing in my limbs, "patience is a virtue".
In the thick of day, in the soulless dusk, I trekked.
A voice pierced out, fragmenting the silence of the arid surroundings.
The milky deep tone saturated my crusty pores.
It soothed my passionately inflamed skin.
Moistened the shields of my iris
I clamoured to the call, “Who is there?”
It ignored my pleas for confrontation.
Disappearing into the abyss, I was left solitude once again.
My knees crumbled to the earth, no vigour left to dictate orders
Eyelids were sealing, arms were draping. A few seconds wait, and permanently comatose.
Few seconds passed, my heart in arrest, and the beatific call was heard once more,
“Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar, La ilaaha illa-Lah”