Early Morning Prayers
The call for prayer rings out in the Middle East and the voice of hope keeps traveling restlessly with the breeze, worshipers springing up on the compound and crowd mosques all around. The tension grew high, and they spread out their mats and cried out to Allah in the heavenly sky.
Their desperate voices thunder upon the roof, raining down bullets to the ground as the heavens pour water all over the throne and saturate the ground. The crowd disburses in several places, and scattered outside the mosque, leaving the old and young trapped into the dark.
Plumes of smoke barrel from within, and old men clinged onto their youthful sins, with trembling knees, and passion running deep in their feet. Daybreak vomits blood all over the place, and nature frown at the dead lying on the ground, with mouth open wide and eyes affix to the ceiling looking for heavenly throne.
Early morning prayers thunder in the sky, and there is no set time for the universe to die, for when the heaven shakes, the universe will break and the multitude will march through the gate to complete the race.
Many years ago, I travelled to Middle East to find solitude in the land of peace, the temperature was extremely warm and early morning prayers frightened me out of my sleep before the break of dawn.
The woeful call to prayer opens a wound in my flesh and it felt as though a strange phenomenon was leading the people to their death, but it was tradition that was embedded in their soul, and they believed that Allah would have made their bodies whole.
Young men now old, have grown up in the mosque have witness the death of Anwar Sadat, before he could complete his speech, blood was dripping at his feet and so the prayers never settle the score but reality keep pelting bullets through the doors.
Gather all the leaders of the Middle East that are close to Iran and the ayatollah man. Something must be done before the energy spills over in the sun and burn the universe down.
Time is winding down and you must meet the people that are wearing the crown; you must get the Middle East thing out of the ground before you spread the mayhem around. The earth is begging for mercy, and the sea is flowing in the valley.
Bring all the leaders to town and have an open dialogue from the ground; you must stand by your word and stop moving the argument around, early morning prayers will elevate you to the sky and it will make your power dies.
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