Date:
Fri, 1960-01-01 My soul in its bondage sorrowed
At the hurt and grief, it suffered
I knew not how to soothe
This pain, that was within me.
Till I stood upon the musullah,
The image of the Kaaba, before me
And the Lord of the House
Not afar.
The hot tears rolled down my cheeks
In complain, of the anguish
I must suffer.
Oblivious to my surroundings
To the minutes ticking by,
I bowed, in worship of
Him, alone Who could help me.
My heart beat fast within me.
Perchance,
My Makers glance rest o’er me.
In prostration before my Maker
My ethereal soul soaring high,
I wondered why I had feared
The bruises and jolts,
I’d receive on the jaunt
Thru the crowded bazaar,
That must be traversed on the path
That leads to the Heavenly Abode.
By Hasina Sajun.
‘60’s