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.
