You wrote the stars

Oh Lord of the Multiverse, ruler of time itself.

You wrote the stars with Your breath,

Now take what’s left of mine,

And write me again.

Write me from the ache You hid in the womb of time—

From before I was man, before I was name,

When I was just a longing in Your infinite flame.

I have walked through gardens You sealed with fire,

And dared to name the blaze my home.

I have kissed lips that rarely praised You,

Held hands that led me far from the throne.

Yet even now, my bones remember—

Each cell cries out “I belong”

So I come back not cleansed,

But scorched.

Not as faithful,

But as a shattered lamp begging for a flicker of hope.

Not with ablution,

But with wounds.

Not only with lips of remembrance,

But the echo of every silence

I never broke to call Your name.

Oh ruler of hearts…

You are the mercy that descends when the mosque doors are closed,

Descend upon me now

Not as a whisper—

But as the thunder that breaks idols of ego.

Not as a dove—

But as a lion that devours despair.

Let me not become the man the devil dared envy.

Let me become the boy the angels once guarded.

Return me to the cave before any empire,

To the tears before any crown,

To the time when I said “Rabbi”

And You answered before I finished breathing.

Oh Strength of Strength,

Break me so beautifully

That only You know how I fit back together.

And if I am to be used—

Then use me in the war You wrote into my bones.

Let me bleed meaning.

Let me suffer glory.

Let me carry the weight of prayer

Until it turns to light.

Ya Allah,

If I have not become one of those You turn away—

Then let the next breath I take

Be the beginning of Your answer.

Amen.

سُبحان الذي جعلني خادماً قبل أن يجعلني سيداً