Gather the winds and make them plead, 

Bring cirrus, stratus, and nimbus into thee, 


Until thy lungs are ruptured and sore, 

Stoke the fire in thy belly, make it roar, 


And leave no room for doubt, 

Breathe with certainty inside and out, 

And bring the heavens to a halt in one clean shout, 


With the word that freed the Habashi, 

That shatters the house of Constantine, 

The word that made kings of slaves, 

And sparks the devil’s dismay, 


And release thyself from treacherous dreams, 

Bring the idol makers to misery, 

Watch the moloch of the day rent to debris, 

Despairing as it sees you freed, 

Breathe in the name of He:

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم 

About the Author: Ibraheem Ali is a junior copywriter and contributor at Traversing Tradition. A graduate of English Literature with a Masters in Global Creative and Cultural Industries. His interests include Literature, Film, Cultural Studies and Islamic History.

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