Longing a Sanctuary

Dear Madina…

I long the sweet fragrance of musk,

As I entered upon your doors

I long the sweet sounding voices of my teachers,

The presence of Allah’s light and mercy

And the love for Rasulillah (S),

Heartfelt as I sat there

Day after day,

In an empty grey chair

Yet,

Feeling fulfilled

Till into the depths,

And into every crevice,

Of my sound heart,

Soaking in the tranquility

Of a safe haven

That many of the lost,

Have found to be home

I miss my sanctuary.

-Wilted her