In the stillness of night, Muslim spirits ignite,
Toward Allah, in pre-dawn's soft light.
Tahajud's whisper in solitude's warm embrace,
A sacred journey, seeking His grace.
While the world rests in tranquil repose,
Faithful souls bow, devotion flows.
With each prostration, spirits ascend,
Seeking forgiveness, wounds to mend.
Starting anew, some with the dawn's first view,
With Suhoor, a blessed renew.
Nourishing body and soul, a heavenly cue,
Prepping for the day, faith their hue.
Let Fajr's dawn, serene and still,
Be a time for reflection, a spiritual thrill.
In this moment, hearts fulfill,
The call to worship, with fervor and skill.
In this sacred hour, before sun's ascent,
Muslims find solace, their souls content.
Reciting Quran, with reverence sent,
Guidance sought, minds intent.
As the sun ascends, in its golden rise,
Nafl prayers offered, under azure skies.
Seeking Allah's pleasure, with every guise,
In His presence, hearts and souls ignite.
During pre-dawn's hush to the sun's ascent,
Believers' hearts with purpose bent.
In zikr and azkar, their souls take flight,
Embracing dawn's grace in morning's light.
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