The furthest Mosque in an oppressed land,
Cries out for a helping hand.
Trusting in only HIS protection,
Brings reward of a Unique Seclusion.
Comfort in the warmth of the local embrace,
Companionship in the smile of a curious face.
Ten days spent in earnest prayer,
Searching, hoping for the Night of Splendor.
Al Aqsa, Al Aqsa, a haunting sight’
The heavens cry on the most powerful night.
The crescent moon appears in the distant sky,
Chanting “Al Widah blessed one’, do I smile or cry?
Friendships formed, attachments made,
Of memories that will never fade.
Familiar, loving arms ease the pain,
Of the desire to return again and again…
IN HONOUR OF ABDUL AZIZ BUKHARI, AND THE WONDERFUL PEOPLE OF PALESTINE
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