The Sandstorm - Poem by Humera Sultana
Suddenly a dust storm
Raged on my portal
Full of sound and fury
I plugged every opening in my room
To escape its deathly savagery.
Mouth dry as dust, tasted dust
Choked with dust; I laboured a breathe
Eyes stung and closed forever.
After the battle, laid to rest
The daylight that shone on the grave hole
Melted into an orangish dust
And settled as a dark night.
I pulled my shroud from my face
Found myself in a loamy chamber
Walls of dust, roof of dust and a bed of dust.
Panicked with dreadful awe
Teary eyes mixed with grime
Saw two bright faces challenging my might.
Believer that I was, Believer that I am
And Believer I shall always be.
Allah my creator, Islam my faith
And Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) the love of my creator
Rescued me from the quicksand.
Oh! He sends sandstorms to merge winter with summer
To swallow diseases and bugs that would the world plunder
And a homecoming reminder
For human fragility to remember
'Dust you are and to dust
You shall return sooner or later.'
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