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Suspended between the Lowest Heaven and Earth.
Aboard an Iron Eagle that roars through the sky like
A thousand lions ... we join the ranks.

Standing above the clouds we look down upon the
Blue waters. The Iron Bird’s roar enables it to
Soar even higher.

O, Allah, we are humbled in Submission before you.
Piercing through the clouds, the Iron Bird flies
Toward the Sun's rising.

Using the sky as a carpet we assemble. Standing above the clouds
Suspended between the Lowest Heaven and Earth we respond to
the call of the Athan.

A voice says, "brothers hurry, the time before
the Suns rising is near ... Takbir!"
Standing beneath the lowest Heaven above the
Blue Atlantic. In the sky we pray ... the Fajr prayer at
27 thousand feet. A most beautiful way to pray and
Pay homage to Allah on this third day ... of Ramadhan.

By,
Habib Abu Lateef

©2003




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