Never To Cross That Line

Never To Cross That Line

Over Argo’s banks into the west,
the crimson sun sinks down.
Trees invite birds to rest.
Tranquility hovers over the Nile
Nature brings my mind to test.

The adhan echoes, minarets shine.
“Allah’s way is always the best.”
The call awakens soul of mine,
I felt The Glory inside my chest
and happiness to all mankind

I looked far into the West.
Tempted I was to cross that line,
eager to shatter promises kept.
My mom’s voice, “son, you are fine!
Like a bird, all you need is some rest!”
Joyfully, I felt peace all around.

I remembered the Prophet’s advice!
How could I forget!
“Near her toes is my Paradise!”
It is another promise to be kept!
Never to cross that line!
Never to look far into the West!


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