I can see the faint smile of the sun
reflected on the crowns of the minarets
lofty sentinels standing proudly
above the canopy of rustling leaves.
Amid the peaceful chant of prayer
the sun slips below the horizon
taking with it the cries and moans
and wails of the weary souls.
I can almost hear the minarets whisper
"Please take with you their sorrow,
and return with great hope and joy
as we greet you in the morrow."