I'm praying and praying this wondrous taraweeh.
I'm standing and bowing
and bowing and prostrating
I'm the loudest most sincere voice in the chorus of 'Ameen'.
I'm watching and not speaking
her niqaab is faded and I can see that ones hair.
This woman can't control her kids.
She's wearing makeup.
A phone goes off.
Astaqfurilah, she listens to music.
I saw her last week with tight jeans
Now she sits here with that wrapping.
Who is she fooling?
This sister is far too fond of house guests
I've seen them come and go.
Her son is always on the street corner with those boys
Her daughters fair not much better.
I do not associate with her
but only to hiss a 'salaam' as I pass
Never any eye contact.
I'm obviously above her.
and down again for another rakat.
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