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By Azizah Muslima
A breeze lifts the sheer white curtain
and i catch a glimpse of the crescent moon
Ramadhan will be upon us soon
my soul rouses to the memory of the muezzins call
the chill air sweeps over the sill
a sobering breath in its icy chill
and shaiytan trembles when he sees
the humbled saint upon his knees
i pull aside the curain and raise my eyes
the night sky is hung with numerous lamps
i inhale the air, which the rain has made damp
i recall similar nights beneath a brooding sky
when i prayerful wept
to be like one whose eyes but not heart slept
and shaiytan trembles when he sees
the humbled saint upon his knees
i reach up to shut the window as it has begun to rain
and recall when those hands trembled as i read the words
that so many generations before have heard
i recall the girl in the masjid seeking play
drawn into the musella by the burning frankinscence
and the hum of the reciters over their Qurans bent
and shaiytan trembles when he sees
the humbled saint upon his knees
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