VASIM KAPADIA

There’s a beauty in the night.

One treasure that can only be found for those that chase it.

One type of charm.

One type of quiet.

You wake up, and and turn on the tap, one at a time.

The water hits your hands, one drop at a time.

The coolness of the night hits your face, one feeling at a time.

The water drips from your forehead, one bead at a time.

You spread your mat out, and step onto it, one foot at a time.

You start to recite, one letter, one word, one verse at a time.

You complete each motion, one step at a time.

You turn your face to each side, one at a time.

You recite the beautiful verses, one at a time.

You put your head to the floor, and you start to ask, one at a time.

You mention the names of your loved ones, one at a time.

You ask for your needs, your wants, your dreams, one at a time.

You ask for the easing of lives of the ummah, one at a time.

The tears begin to fall, one at a time.

And there you are, alone, still,  just you, in front of, THE ONE.