The Old Camel Trail
An unused road leads down into Makkah.
In the distant past, it was the main trail
for camels and pilgrims under the sun.
Now, only the wind and the heat remain.
Now it calls to me at noon:” come to prayer”.
But men in the city say: “forbidden”!
Where Khadijah found love, loved and was loved,
her religious family is outlawed.
Is it to Al-Lah that men now submit?
Perhaps in dust and blowing sand, hearing
has not followed the straight way…as the road,
it winds down, lonely, hot and quite lifeless.
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