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