Rawdah

 

When in Madinah, I hear the bursting beat of my heart

anticipating the meeting, each day at the end and start

because us women get around 7 and somewhere around 10

and each day we try to go back again

because Rasoolullah SAW is there

and we wouldn’t want to be any other somewhere

despite the long wait and the screams in languages we don’t know

or the groups of women sprinting, trying to get to the first row

we try to sit in patience, waiting for our turn to go

and when it happens… you know

either from the rise in energy pushing against you from all sides

women of every nation next to, in front of and behind

or you know from the sound, you might think a silent calm

but instead loud cries and just every kind of heart song

because we’re walking now or at times being carried off the ground

by our hearts rushing forward or the women squishing us all around

but i don’t mind, we’re almost there, many of us coming from so far

Suddenly a burst through the air

assalamu ‘alayka yaa RasoolaLlah

tears are seen and are felt and all around are different cries

like the love just overflowed from the hearts and pushed through to every eyes

And even with some discomfort from the volume, lack of space and electric air above

take me back to Madinah, take me to where the hearts are overwhelmed by love