THE BLISS OF A PRAYER by Hafsa Mumtaz

he pleasure of musing in solitude, feeling a divine connection, and the mirth that enters your heart and pleaches to your soul is matchless. The break of dawn as your eyes welcome the arrival of sun tickling your eyelids becomes another opportunity for you to resuscitate your collapsing hope, and start again. This poem is an outlet for the sanctitude of that moment.

The Bliss of a Prayer

unfathomable ties from the heavens coil my soul

as I gaze at the gilding sun flying higher after Fajr

the traces of memory in tactile feelings rejuvenate

as my mind undergoes a peculiar ataraxy

my heart soars in the air of catharsis

as I remember Allah is closer to me than my jugular vein

I feel accompanied when not a soul is around me

as I saunter in the downpour at midnight

my eyes discern my essence in the blinding mist

as I evanesce into that embracing abyss

on the prayer mat, I feel I’m beyond everything

as my mind delves into the ecstasy of the Unearthly

my thoughts swallow themselves into oblivion when they brim

as my eyes sink in the quicksand of the moment

generality robes itself into specialty

as the pleasure of musing wells up my eyes

Hafsa Mumtaz, aged 22, is an emerging Muslim poet from Pakistan, and a graduate of English Language and Literature. Her poetry has been published in Visual Verse, The Rising Phoenix Review, Women’s Spiritual Poetry, The New Verse News, Poetry Potion, and has appeared or is forthcoming in Terror House Magazine.

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