It is not merely a mat, But a welcome rug of its own, Which welcomes me regardless of whether - I'm righteous, a sinner, elated or torn ...
I carry the weight of the world to it, Only to unload & release bit by bit, I carry to it the burden & darkness of my sin, In hopes to cleanse from within...
My prayer mat is my friend who knows All my secrets and all my fears. It hears me when no one does and absorbs all my tears.
I whisper to the ground and yet it carries my message to the skies, My magic carpet in Dunya connecting me to Paradise...
I hope when I leave this world, for me it will weep ... I pray it intercedes for me, when I'm long gone, fast asleep.
In life it taught me how to bow, prostrate and finally rise. I hope on the Last Day it will Raise my ranks before my eyes.
It is indeed the safest spot I know on this ruined earth. The source of all peace, comfort, safety and mirth.
It is not merely a mat, It is a welcome rug of its own, Which welcomes you regardless of whether - You're righteous, a sinner, elated or torn ...
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