Reposted from MuslimMatters Blog http://muslimmatters.org/2010/02/23/at-dawn-a-poem/

My name is Mahfara Bakht. I’m 16 years old and living in Canada.

One morning after praying Fajr, I found that I couldn’t fall back asleep. So I sat at my desk. Beside my desk is a huge window that I enjoy looking out of whenever I have the need to just think. This is what I was doing when Allah SWT put the following words in my heart, and I picked up a pen, began to write, and out came this poem:

With every passing day,

The world shatters

A piece of morality and truth

Breaking off the mould

The days go by

With harshness,

Cruelty

Hatred

Coldness

Seeping through my ears,

Eyes

Mouth

And mind.

The sun brings little comfort

As the world beneath it breaks

A slow moving crack

Breaking off all sense,

Bringing forth confusion.

The nights fall with darkness--

Not lack of light,

But lack of love

Acts of immorality,

The implementing of fear

For gain,

The raw, tight clutch

Of greed,

Power used

For gain of power,

As acts that bring sorrow in the morning

Take place.

The moon brings little comfort

As the world beneath it crumbles

Bit by bit

Piece by piece

Each piece lost

Adding another shade of grey.

For these reasons, oh Allah,

I thank You.

I thank You for waking me

At the time when all is quiet

When twilight shows her beautiful face

As birds sing Your Praise.

Peace whispers,

For just a fleeting moment

As I remember only You

The sun is rising,

Pure for now,

The moon may take its rest

As I wake to see the wonders of nature

Reign for a moment or two.

And I thank You.

Allah, I thank You

For waking me

At Dawn

When all else is asleep

Save for those who remember You

And peace lingers long enough

To brush

My heart

Reminding me of a better place.

I smile.

I am tranquil.

Because I know of

A better place.