by Okasha Naqvi, New Jersey, 14 years
I stood up slowly from my sleep,
the sky was barely lit,
I tore from the temptation of sleep with all my might.
I dragged myself down the stairs, the aroma of food filled the air,
my family was getting ready for sahoor,
looking half asleep,
I walked into the kitchen slowly,
making sure not to make a peep,
and quickly gobbled down my food ,
hoping to get some sleep,
I prayed with all my heart,
for God to help on this day,
to keep me aware of what was bad,
and never to go astray.
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