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A Call MAG
A stampede of bare feet
Drips crystal droplets of water as
People dressed in white towels and black scarfs
Race across glass marble.
Their steps echo
Boom. Boom. Boom.
No, it was not a bomb.
They know their obligations
And run.
The leader loudly calls
Allahu Akbar.
No, it was not a call for terrorism.
They leap into place,
One beside the other,
Row behind row,
Preparing in their formation like
An army getting ready for battle.
They were ready.
Hands are thrown in the air.
Silence.
The prayer has begun.
An act of terrorism
Those on the outside claimed.
Makkah, the place
Where muslims gather
to kill.
They were wrong.
They were not gethering to kill.
Yes, they were fighting a battle,
A battle to gain
Internal peace.
They kneel down in submission
For God.
They do not kneel others down
For sacrifice.
They run to reach
The prayer on time.
They run towards God.
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I was inspired to write this poem by the false accusations the media portrays of the religion of Islam. I speak from experience, as I am a muslim, and this poem demonstrates the reality of our intentions and gives both sides of the story.