Around The Kaaba Poem by Dr Shamim Ali

In the valley where Prophet Ibrahim once stood,
A cube of black draws hearts as it should
Pilgrims arrive from every shore,
Hearts stripped bare, seeking something more.
White cloth (Ahram) wrapped round both rich and poor,
No crown, no rank, just bare feet on the floor,
Around the Kaaba, seven times we roam
Whispering the One, our truest home.
Zamzam flows where Hajar once ran,
Desperate footsteps, a mother's plan,
Now millions drink from that same old spring,
Echoes of faith that the centuries bring.
The Hajre Aswad kissed by countless lips,
Stories of prophets, caravans, and ships,
Mountains of Safa and Marwah stand near,
Witness to longing, to hope, and to fear.
Beneath open skies, the Kaaba stands still,
A compass for hearts bending to His will,