Years Have Passed Since Flames Raged High Poem by Mohammad Younus

Years have passed since flames raged high,
An inferno consuming both soul and shrine.
Yet, beneath a calm and open sky,
The Azaan rises anew—the sacred call divine.

In Islam's heart, hope stirs once more,
Minarets stand tall, their presence adored.
The Quran resounds, mighty and grand,
Its echoes sweeping life across the desert sands.

Each note rekindles the ancient house of God,
Breathing life through arches, vaults, and stone.
With every sacred breath, faith's call is revived,
Me and law carried by wind, to spread peace and love,

O God, restorer of life, phoenix of our souls,
Your melodic call revives through martyrs' tolls.
From trials endured, emerges light so clear—
A hymn of Islam's golden age, carved deep, sincere.


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