Terry and June, the notorious two
scorned and reviled by their neighbours
husband and wife, walking trouble and strife
abhorred for their deplorable behaviour!
As they stumbled and screeched down the sanctimonious street,
embroiled in a boiling domestic:
“You’re a lousy liar! You’re a rotten two-timer!”
“Stop whining you wench! You make me sick!”
Zayn and Bilquis, local Islamic activists,
would sneer at them, gawking from their bay windows
“They’re the scum of the town, these Kuffar clowns!”
said the couple, with an air of haughtiness.
But Terry’s nerves snapped and one day he cracked,
“That’ s it you old cow, I’ve had enough!”
“I won’t let you go!” Cawed June like a crow.
But Terry stormed out in a great rush.
Wherever he went, Terry would lament
Because behind him would follow a shadow
In rain, snow or shine, June would lurk behind
despite taking some harsh words and blows.
Feeling terribly cross, Terry strode past a mosque
Then an idea struck him like a bolt of lightning
“I know of a way, to keep June at bay
I’ll pretend I’ve become a Muslim!”
With a skip and a jig, he entered the masjid
And June just stopped there and waited,
Then to her disbelief, Terry appeared on the street
Donning a white Muslim robe, which he knew she hated.
Not believing her eyes, June sank down and cried
While Terry pranced along back to their flat
Zayn and Bilquis screamed like a pair of banshees
“A Muslim now? Well, fancy that!”
Terry locked the door and leapt up with a roar
“I’ve finally got rid of that rot bag!”
But Terry’s face dropped, when he heard a loud knock
And he opened the door to find June wearing a hijaab!
“I just don’t care!” she declared with a glare,
“If you’re Muslim or a bloody hari-krishna!
I’ll do all it takes, to keep you in my wake
So you’d better get used to this Mister!”
In the following days, to Terry’s dismay
June followed him to the masjid
But Terry thought that June would soon crack
She would never survive as a Muslim.
But something happened on the night of Al Qadr
As Terry was pretending to pray on his own
Inside the holy book, he was really taking a look
At his Facebook status on his IPhone.
Upstairs full of depression in the sisters’ section
June felt hot tears streaming down her sunken cheeks
Despite her show of dedication for Terry’s affections
He had hardly spoken to her in many weeks.
But June felt a shudder on this night of Al Qadr
For little did she know or perceive
That a troop of angels had around her gambolled
And prayed for her strength and inner peace.
At that blessed moment, June wept like a fountain
And her face, enlightened with heavenly beauty
A light shone in her heart, smashing her doubts apart
She accepted Islam with certainty.
Then she made for the exit, in a state of ecstasy
Feeling the lights of iman, intoxicating.
But just there before, she reached the masjid’s doors
Terry happened to be there in conversation.
When he turned to her face and witnessed the divine grace
That Allah had bestowed on his erstwhile wife.
He was caught in her spell, a deep yearning befell
Him, he had never felt this way in all of his life.
Terry couldn’t help, but to follow June’s steps
Down the street and back to their flat
He caught up with her swiftly, looked at her gently
And said: “Allah has brought me back.”
Arm in arm, joined by the hip, the couple walked up the street,
In a state of unimaginable bliss
Eyes from curtains around, followed them as they walked down
Uncomfortably, watched Zain and Bilquis.
From that day this couple, whose life once was struggle
Felt their hearts had finally become in-tuned
The angels rejoiced, at their sounds of their voices,
When Terry and June found sukoon.