My morning begins:

It rises with His Will but I can't directly see it.

The rays creep up the page, the warmth right for the spirit!

My voice welcomes its shine, my room decorated with its smile,

I feel not worthy to witness such enchantment this while!

What more could I ask, a new day begins.

After fajr read Quran till the 2 nafal I could win!

Ishraq topped it off as I welcomed the sun,

for a gift He Bestows is the nuur from within!

With Bismillah we'll descend:

An ounce of gold against a mountain of feathers,

Laillaha to balance weak endeavours!

Muhammadur rasoollallah,

We are but pupits to the Will of Allah!

Yet masters of our universe, deciding all freely,

Our concern our iman for which responsible entirely,

Without fear we can glare into even fire we can stare,

Like a candle in the storm, like the tortoise and the hare!

Our yellow brick road all mapped to the end,

With Bismillah we arose, with Bismillah well descend!

Allah hafiz and my duas....