My Jihad is called Fajr

Whilst the world sleeps, I struggle

To rise from my sleep, from under the sheets

Attempting to gain Ajr

My heart is yearning to wake

My body is pleading to rest

The water is cold, I have to be bold

For me it is an ultimate test

I can sleep and dream some more

Or I can wake and call my Lord

Supplicating to Him, “Lord, forgive all my sins!”

My aim is only reward

The devil does have me in knots

Three of them which are tying me down

I seek refuge from him, whilst washing my limbs

My Wudhu can extinguish him now

My bed is full of comfort

But the comfort of heaven awaits

Forever within it, it is just a few minutes

And Fajr is out of the way

My resting place is temporary

But my final rest is permanent

So before I am gone, my deeds are but none

But with Fajr I shall be earning them

It is a daily struggle for all

Our day does go to waste

While we are living, let’s fall in submission

For death we all shall taste

So seek not the life of this world

Paradise does not come cheap

We struggle and strive, whilst we are alive

It may be our last sleep.

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