Bismillah, alhamdulillah: Inspired by the Ummah.

Islands of ice glacial in their poise

Frozen by foreign eyes

This ocean lies dormant in arrest

Devoid of its breath and heaving breast

Silence is beauty we are told

As each form stands foreign and bold

Only bitter biting winds blow

Over flimsy fluttering flags they flow

Where are’thou O samoom?

Shall we meet later or soon?

Restless in this cocoon are we

The time has come for a churning sea

Our hearts weak and fragile

Neither dead nor agile

Forgotten not are our passions past

To Him we turn first and last

Isn’t the dew of dawn due?

The darkest hours are few

Soon the beating hooves shall sound

Unfettered upon a fertile ground

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