When the entire universe is sleeping,
She falls in Sujood,
Her heads, hands, knees,
All on the floor in prostration.
Her eyes dripping tears,
Of gratitude, asking for forgiveness,
For who could love her more than Her Lord,
Waiting for her in the nearest sky,
Who amidst all that she has done to disappoint,
Is asking her to rely on Him, and Him alone?
Her every tear now asking for the one, that one,
Her prayer made for him in the earnest,
Whispered to the ground,
Heard by The Lord above seven heavens.
In some other part of the world,
A man, with upraised hands,
Turned up towards the sky,
The moon and the stars,
A witness to his crying heart.
Someone, somewhere smiles,
Looking down,
At the destined ones and the Preserved Book.