The Sunset Call to Prayer

prayer rug

Spiritual Sunday

We are in the final days of Ramadan—I believe it ends on Wednesday—so here is a poem honoring the holy month. I always think of my Ugandan reader Farida Bag around this time of year. Agha Shahid Ali was a Kashmiri Muslim who moved to and lived in the United States before dying tragically of cancer at 52.

Prayer Rug

By Agha Shahid Ali

Those intervals   
between the day’s   
five calls to prayer

the women of the house   
pulling thick threads   
through vegetables

rosaries of ginger   
of rustling peppers
in autumn drying for winter

in those intervals this rug   
part of Grandma’s dowry   
folded

so the Devil’s shadow   
would not desecrate   
Mecca scarlet-woven

with minarets of gold   
but then the sunset   
call to prayer

the servants
their straw mats unrolled   
praying or in the garden

in summer on grass   
the children wanting   
the prayers to end

the women’s foreheads   
touching Abraham’s   
silk stone of sacrifice

black stone descended   
from Heaven
the pilgrims in white circling it

this year my grandmother   
also a pilgrim   
in Mecca she weeps

as the stone is unveiled   
she weeps holding on   
to the pillars

(for Begum Zafar Ali)

From The Half-Inch Himalayas (Wesleyan University Press, 1987)

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