Sameen Rashid Chaudhary, London
I stand tall, elegant and graceful.
The highest point, but not boastful
Rooted in earth, my head held up high
Climb my ladder, reach for the sky
The lighthouse of the city sea
Here, to guide you back to me
Each one with a singular summit
Part of the skyline, you see from afar
With other towers, I am on par
Bearing witness to God and His Prophet
I may be hexagonal, round or square
Adorned heavily, or quite bare
Brick, marble, wood or stone
Defined by my Faith alone
North, South, West or East of Damascus
Messiah’s symbol told by the Prophetﷺ before us
I am a constant, unchanging in the bustle
I watch as you go about life’s tussle
Weary and fatigued; heavy hearts and heads
Bow not to the world, but to Him instead
And then, when it is the right time
You hear me, not with bells or a chime
To your ears alone and in your mind
I am quiet to others, you will find
Words called by Bilals to all around
Melodies carried, a beautiful sound
My voice, the thread connecting you to Him
Weaving through the trees, dancing on the wind
Touching your soul, via the ear
Close your eyes, I draw you near
I bring His House to wherever you be
Those shackled, unable to follow me
I am a link, my chains are better
More valuable than gold or silver
I pierce your thoughts above the din
Or break the deafening silence within
Hold this rope to find your way
Remain steadfast, come what may
I speak to you, though you may not hear
Silenced, because some of you fear
A few of us; not allowed to be built
The Dome is lonely; they have no guilt
My friends do weep as they wholly invite
Accused by the ‘holy’, yours is not the Right
And when I am finally allowed
To do my duty, and do you proud
You altogether kept your distance
How strange then was this instance!
InshaAllah, the day will soon happen
I will call, and you will hasten
Success lies within, and not out there
Come to me, Come to Prayer
Believers, you’ll heed my call
Return to Allah, Lord of All.
Voice of British Muslim Women 
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