Longing

 I wake in the morning "bismillah" my feet hit the ground.

On the way through the breaking morning I watch colors streatch across the sky "subhanallah"

By the time I reach work," alhumdulillah" the blackness of night has left and the birds dance through the sky, singing theire morning song "mashallah"

I step into the store, the temple of materialism. " La illa ha illallah"

I slide quietly through the croud dodging looks of contempt " Aootho billahi minashaytanirajeem"

I hear my fellow workers call out to the prophet they mistake for God and I speak softly, though I want to cry outloud I want them to hear me and to realize "Allahu Akbar!"