Oh Ramadan, I crawl to you
with my tired
bones,
Hoping you see me through
the
unknowns,
The pang of pain in my chest
echoes your
name,
Seeking your shelter, tired from these draining chase and
worldly
games.
So my guest, I translate my aches and worries into
hopeful duas,
Map my way out from this dark dungeon, with your Noor
and
Rahma.
May you, Oh Ramadan, be a candle of hope, in the name of
answer
To the desperate whispers of the heavy hearts, soaked in
prayer
Restore our imans and replenish our voids with your
mercy
Wrap our broken souls with the garment of your light
peace and
glee.
.
Ramadan Mubarak, everyone!