MY COMMUNE WITH THE OUTSIDE WORLD
BY WHADI
My internal clock ticks in the depths of my soul,
stirring an awakening of my internal being.
My mind stirs and fights through the fog of a dream,
forgotten, lost in a sense of time and space.
I am suddenly wide awake.
I rise, a routine so engrained that autopilot
is an understatement,
without thought or command of my being.
As I turn on the faucet, Bissmillah
runs through my mind as the first splash of water
touches the back of my right hand rubbed between my fingers
and repeated twice more before engaging
in the same process on my left hand.
A rhythm of movement designed for the purification
mind, body, and soul.
Subhanallah
Allahu dulillah
Allahu Akbar
in a repetitive sequence
proper preparation before I stand,
before the creator of space and time and all that exists.
I approach my prayer rug in a calm state of peace, Salam.
Standing at attention,
serenity and true bliss, as I bow and prostrate
for the Fajr (morning prayer)
in which I find joy knowing in that exact moment I commune
with the plants, trees, birds, bees, and millions of Muslims — brothers and sisters — and all species of the universe in praise, worship, and prayer
humbling ourselves in giving thanks. And Glory to Allah
before we say Assalamu alaikum and start the day. | AWH