The Call


18/07/2012 by Siddiqui Fayesal



I hear the Muezzin’s call for the
First morning prayer.
Dressed in white he calls
Us five times a day.

It’s the favour Allah
Has bestowed upon us men
Every start of the day
in His name we begin.

Forgiving our evils
And our sinning ways
He gives us another chance
Each and every day.

We lie to our Brothers
We lie to fellow Beings.
We stab each others back;
Our lives we’ve demeaned.

From being Holy and
Forever united,
We’ve ruined ourselves
And now we’re divided.

The mandatory Salah
Is now like a game of dice.
Our Holy book we’ve made
A choice of certain nights.

From what we were
Supposed to be,
We’ve become what we
Were supposed to leave.

We’ve forgotten to thank
Him for the food we eat,
For the drinks we waste
We now call it served neat.

We can never rise from
Where we’ve fallen
Until we give a hand to the
Ones we’ve ruined.

Unless we look into our
Mirror each night
And hate what we see
Which once we liked.

Unless each day is not
Spent for our poor,
Unless we give it away,
Heaven can’t be near.

Of Hell we’ve heard from
Our elders speak,
But today they’ve reduced
It to tricks or treats.

Its heat and its snakes
We’ve heard about
But in public would
You really say it aloud?

We’re weak today because
We’ve forgotten Islam,
We’ve found joy in Hollywood
And ignored our Imaan.

We believe fake stories
Because fakirs tell them.
With tears in their eyes
But can’t you defy them?

Our stories are real but
They lay hidden and ignored
Because its more fun to just
Fill the bandwagons load.

Who’d take the time and
Effort to read those tales.
Of our Prophet we’ve heard but
The world calls it stale.

Unless we follow the Quran
With all our heart and soul
We’ll never survive this war,
Or understand its role.

Siddiqui F.

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One thought on “The Call

  1. Haaris says:

    Ekk number!!!

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