In Prostration Poem by Aarzoo Mehek

When I prostrate,
The weight of the world dissolves into dust.

When I raise my hands,
My supplications ascend
On the wings of hope.

When this fleeting world shatters me,
My Allah gathers every broken piece
Into the embrace of His Mercy.

When solitude becomes my companion,
His Grace wraps itself around my soul
Like dawn embracing the night.

When I surrender the last trace of me,
He breathes life into my weary spirit,
For in losing myself,
I find only Him.

My thirst is not for the love of this world;
It is for the Eternal Beloved.
From the cup of Divine Love I drink,
And every sip deepens my longing.

In the tavern of His remembrance,
The heart is intoxicated without wine,
The soul dances without motion,
And silence becomes the sweetest prayer.

There, every tear is a pearl of devotion,
Every sigh a hymn of love,
And every heartbeat softly chants
Allah... Allah... Allah...

© Aarzoo Mehek