Past a night of Cimmerian gloom In one early winter Twilight Coming from myriad minarets of the city, I heard One euphonious call; “As salatu Khayrum minan nawm”  (Prayer is better than sleep). Ah, the melodious invitation That voice, enrapturing Threw wide open the locked dormitory door Defying the frozen ghostly winds Tiptoeing; to escape the sight of my dormitory’s ...

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