A mosque stands serene, a haven for the devout, Where hearts find solace, in prayer devout. Its minarets soar, touching the skies above, Calling faithful souls to gather and love.

Within its walls, echoes of devotion resound, As worshippers bow, their faith profound. In humble prostration, they find peace and grace, In the mosque’s embrace, a sacred space.

With each whispered prayer, hopes ascend, To the One above, the faithful friend. In the mosque’s sanctuary, souls find light, Guided by faith, through the darkest night.