In the deep night,
while the world drifts in dreams,
I quietly slip from my bed,
leaving behind the weight of sleep and distractions.

Tahajjud calls—
that sacred hour when hearts speak
without the noise of the dunya,
when the veil between soul and Lord thins,
And every whispered du‘a rises like incense.

The stars listen,
silent witnesses to my yearning.
The moon leans closer,
Its pale glow traces the path of my trembling hands.

I fold myself into sujood,
forehead pressed to the earth,
my soul spilling secrets
that only You can hear.

Time pauses here—
The ticking of the clock fades,
The worries of yesterday dissolve,
And the anxieties of tomorrow hold no weight.

Every breath is Your mercy,
Every tear is a letter of love,
Every sigh is a thread binding me closer to You.

Oh Allah, in this quiet hour,
let my heart meet Yours,
let my longing turn to nearness,
and let my every night of prayer
Be a step closer to your eternal light.

In the deep night,
while the world drifts in dreams,
I quietly slip from my bed,
leaving behind the weight of sleep and distractions.

Tahajjud calls—
that sacred hour when hearts speak
without the noise of the dunya,
when the veil between soul and Lord thins,
And every whispered du‘a rises like incense.

The stars listen,
silent witnesses to my yearning.
The moon leans closer,
Its pale glow traces the path of my trembling hands.

I fold myself into sujood,
forehead pressed to the earth,
my soul spilling secrets
that only You can hear.

Time pauses here—
The ticking of the clock fades,
The worries of yesterday dissolve,
And the anxieties of tomorrow hold no weight.

Every breath is Your mercy,
Every tear is a letter of love,
Every sigh is a thread binding me closer to You.

Oh Allah, in this quiet hour,
let my heart meet Yours,
let my longing turn to nearness,
and let my every night of prayer
Be a step closer to your eternal light.