The Big Black House

The Big Black House

a poem written by Baiti Fauzi

I remembered entering into the holy city 

In the cold morning wind

Where flocks of white birds came flying

Filling the air with their morning songs

I looked to my right, I looked to my left

I saw people rushing to the holy house of Allah

Ready to submit to the Almighty

Ready to worship Him

As I entered the House with my right foot

I couldn't  believed what I see

People filling the ground

Different races, colours, and backgrounds

All united, circling the big beautiful black house of Allah

They seem connected with each other

By the Almighty

By the deen brought by His Prophet

Before I knew it, tears were falling down my cheeks

Like streaming river

My knees were shaking

I never felt so small

I never felt so wrong

Never I thought I would be here so early

It is a dream come true

As my forehead touched the cold white marble

Ultimately submit myself to the Almighty

All my life came flashing back at me

All the sins that I did

I asked for His forgiveness

All the goods that I did

I asked for His blessings

As I circled the great house

Built by Ibrahim pbuh

Praising the Almighty for the blessings He gave me

My family

My friends

My health

My life

And the blessings of this deen

I felt a great and a special connection to my God

As did my heart

As did my soul 

The very last day

Was the toughest day

I circled the house for the last time with a sinking heart

Never thought I'd be leaving so soon

Felt like time was being cruel

The rain started pouring

As if they were mourning 

Tears and raindrops running down my face

My heart was pounding so hard

I could barely breathed

I waved salaam to the Holy Mosque

Slowly I turned my back

Where the bus awaits for me to leave the city

I prayed with all my hearts

To be given an endless chance to be there again

Allah knows how much I miss these moments.