What Am I? Poem by Ahamad Ilyaas Vilayathullah

You're a Muslim.
You swear that
There is no god but Allah.
And that Muhammad
Is his final messenger.
What am I?

You're a Muslim.
You make salah to Allah,
Your five times daily prayer.
You seek his mercy,
And blessings of all kinds.
You weep in tears,
You yearn for his forgiveness,
And blessings of all kinds.
You seek help
From none but him.
What am I?

You're a Muslim.
You pay zakah,
The rights of the poor
On your wealth.
You toil all your life
Not just for you;
But for those who can't
Toil for themselves too.
Your pleasure is in
Giving them their dues.
What am I?

You're a Muslim.
You fast the whole of Ramadan.
You keep away
From food and drinks
From dawn to dusk.
You check your carnal desires,
You control your tongue,
You get to know
What hunger and thirst are
And you stay austere all day.
What am I?

You're a Muslim.
You go for hajj,
The annual pilgrimage to Makkah,
A lifetime's fulfillment.
You wash up your inside,
And you come back with all
Your sins forgiven,
And as clean and innocent
As a newborn babe.
What am I?

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