“MORNING STRUGGLES”

 

4am, and she is sleeping,

It feels like she was weeping,

She feels someone patting on her shoulder,

Who is this? Clearing her sleepy blurry eyes,

Oh its you again, with a taunting tone,

Its her right shoulder angel,

Telling her, its morning little baby,

Get up its time for praying,

She wasn’t listening,

She was ignoring,

So, the angel starts singing,

Oh my little one,

Oh my beloved one,

Oh my pretty angel,

Wake up wake up,

It’s time to take off,

Take off for ablution,

You my little one,

I wanna see you in Jannah,

You are a good girl,

Come on, let’s get up,

Let’s tell Allah why were you crying,

Whey were you dying,

HE is there waiting for the little one,

The drowsy one,

The broken one,

You my pretty one,

You my little one,

It’s been long sleep,

Let’s wake up,

From the long sleep,

From the unhealthy sleep,

From the depression causing sleepless sleep,

She shock her blanket off,

She tore her tiredness off,

She looked for the voice,

She looked around,

No one was there,

She was angry as always,

And was wandering where the voice went as always,

But it was late, she was awake,

Her sleep was gone,

She stood up alone, walk to the bathroom,

Washed her face,

Looked into the mirror,

Staring at her dark circles, creating a scene, horror,

Washed her face again again,

Throwing water, with frustration,

To remove those dark circles, those wrinkles,

She smiled for a second, she hated her wrinkled smile as always,

She came out, with water dripping from every edge of hers,

As if, she took shower with her cloths on,

But it was anger, her frustration that was dripping,

She looked for prayer mat,

Lying on the floor as always,

She was shocked as always,

She felt a strange presence around her,

Presence was strange but peaceful for her,

She prayed, she felt relayed,

She heard a voice, well played angel,

She was smiling with tears rolling,

She tried her best,

Tried mending her Connection with her creator.