Satan whispered in my ear today as he often does,
he told me "just stay in bed and let the alarm clock buzz,
the covers are warm while the air is cold."
But I refused and stood up bold.

As I walked toward the bathroom with my eyes squinting,
He said "Go back to bed, who care's for prayers and repenting?"
Bismillah, in the name of Allah I turn the water on,
Making wadu, I think of the reward of praying Fajr before dawn.

Knot number two is now untied,
Satan is losing his strength and pride,
he is whispering again with his last attempt,
"I will see you in my hell, you will not be exempt.

You have sinned and your prayers will not save you.
For, your good deeds are far too few."
I interrupted him, lovingly reciting, Bismillah akrakman naraheem,
In the name of Allah the most gracious, most merciful, most supreme
Al Fatiha, a surah, Ruk'u and then Qauma, Sudjood to show full submission,
Rise and thank, Sudjood again and do over with no omission,
sitting on my ankles to recite At-tashahhud with a humble and open soul,
With tears in my eyes I am submitting fully to Allah's control.

Back on my ankles to ask Allah for blessings on his Prophet and on us,
As Salaam 'alaikum wa rahmatulaah to my right then left, ahhh success.
Three knots now untied,
Inshallah, from Jannah I will not be denied.

A diamond buried in a mine
A diamond in the rough, on the edge of a line
A flesh in the body, if corrupt, you shall be corrupt
For my heart is raised from the dirt
The heart, around it lies an orbit, like the planets
My deeds, a light was lit
The sun illuminates the planets
As my ways reflect the light or darkness of a pit
The diamond, rough layered
Polished and shined, its like the light of one who strayed
My life; my hereafter
Lit from my deeds and actions, of the matter through sorrow and laughter
Dug from under a mine
Shaped and polished -guided to shine
Take a hold of you reflection
Through these struggles, reach perfection

Walking through this world
I'm dawned by illusions
The sun sets and rises
But my eyes seem to lose vision
Open a book to unveil the hearts
The seerah of Rasulullah (s); With this man my heart shall never part
Amatullah; my Lord, I'm here to serve
With women like Fatimah Zahra
Ponder over her beauty;
Internally pricking every nerve
Living in the west
Looking both sides, right and left
With every word uttered, a glimpse of modesty
In this world live with simplicity
A Mu'min above a Muslim
Raising our hands toward the sky, the lights becoming Dim
Noorun Ala Noor, Light Upon Light
Adhering to Allah's commands; unable to differentiate between day and night.