My dreams torn into half-strip nightmares
Eve was startled by the chaotic sleep
Haunted by yesterday’s sins.
Hymn of the holy azan echoed,
'Prayer is better than sleep! '
Am I ungrateful servant?
My determination comes in circles
I submit to the muezzin’s call,
Leaving my dreams, scatter in the wind.
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