The Tears Never did Stopby Shazah Sabuhi I set my foot inside the Holy Mosque,Upon the cold, white marble, Where day and night,People sat worshipping, praying,The tears never did stop. Right and left, the Mosque being cleaned,Shining, not a particle of dust,The carvings of marble, the plates of gold,The symmetry of the whole Mosque, the largest of it all,The tears never did stop. Then came the grandest of the whole,The center of one's life and concerns,The big, Beautiful House of Allah,Covered with...
