We circle the Kaba ‘til we reach seven,

at the end of the journey,

We hope we’ll reach heaven.
We pray to our lord,

We admit our sins and repent

We thank Allah for the blessings that he has sent

We stand on a mountain,
Muzdalifah is the name,

We look around and see,

That the poor and the rich are all the same.

A white piece of cloth is shared by homeless people and kings.

No one is superior, the rich are without their shiny rings.

All together we pick up stones from the ground,

No matter how rich you just use what you’ve found.

We all throw stones at where shaytan stood,

We throw stones at our love of ego and food.

We don’t step on ants, we don’t pull out a hair,

For when you get there you should handle everything with care.

We ask Allah to forgive our sins and cleanse us of bad traits,

Because Allah is the forgiver and for Him it is never too late.

So, brothers and sisters,

My dear friends,

The last day of hajj is not where our journey ends.

It is just the first step and a wakeup call,

To remind us that no sin is too big or too small.

Hajj wipes away all the deeds you’ve done throughout your age

After hajj, you can start a clean new page.

By Rayan Almosa

 

This poem was the winner of our Hajj poetry competition