Ramadan: I miss you already.

You came when I needed you most.
Just as you do year in year out.
I was the most delighted of all to welcome you.
I have longed for you since the last time you depart.
The thought of you coming again kept me in constant expectation.
You came when I felt restricted and loosen the shackles off me.
You came when my tears were streaming endlessly and wiped them away.
You came when I was all alone and kept me company.
You came when I feel it has been too long and assured me it all ends no matter how long.
You came and strengthen my faith in the Most High.
You came and increase my service to the Most Powerful.
You came and kept me in constant remembrance of the All-Aware.
You came and kept me up longing with hope and fear of the Only One deserving of my service.
You came and kept me up in company of the ever-subservient Ones of the Most Merciful.
You came and made the Tanzil most beloved to me than any else.
You came and assured me nothing is written in stone, there is always a chance to better.
You came and gave me a chance to witness that one night that is promised.
You came and gave me the peace and solace I longed for, from the Most Gracious.
Now that you depart, yet again, I feel empty.
I feel like holding on to you tightly and not let go.
I feel like knotting myself round you so I can go along with you.
Celebrating your departure was a lonely affair.
But I know your company has been nothing but a blessing upon me.
So I must celebrate, not your departure but the blessings you came with and left me with.
Hoping and waiting for the next time you come.
Holding on to the goodness you left behind.
Immersing myself in the deep-cleansing you gave me.
Relishing in the renewal of my relationship with the Creator-of-all.
Re-living the memories of you being around.
Till when next we meet again by the special Mercy of the Beneficent One.
Truly speaking, I am missing you already.

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I am here at last !

My tears rolled down my cheeks
Like a stream off a cliff.
Tears of grief and anxiety
About a life of utter misery.
Where friends becomes foes,
Family becomes enemy,
Strangers envy you,
Thought they know naught about you.
The place of refuge
Becomes a place to fear,
The people to care
Becomes the people to fear.
I want to run,
No where to go.
I want to leave,
No where to turn.
I look round me,
No one around
To go to for rest.
I thought to myself,
Shall I end it?
This has gone far too long,
I can not take it anymore.
I have no more strength left.
My will is failing me.
My energy is sapped off me.
I feel weak and limp.
I want to quit.
I want an end.
I want a stop.
Shall I end it?
Of course not,
How can you end it?
Your journey just begun,
You are on the starting lane,
With a long stretch of road ahead of you.
Yes, the road is bumpy,
The tracks are so winding,
That road ahead disappears from view.
But surely, when you get to that curve,
You will see more of the road,
The stretch ahead still to tread,
The path to take to where you have to be.
Surely, you will find many paths ahead,
Some will lead to the right place,
Some will lead to the wrong place.
But you know where you are going
And confident with the path you’ve chosen to get there,
Then you need not worry about the other paths.
They might distract you,
They might delay you,
They might even prevent you from going ahead.
But your determination will surely lead you on your chosen path.
You need not worry about the rest,
Distracting they may be.
You will surely get to the end of that long winding road ahead of you.
And when you do,
You will look back saying,
Why was I worrying?
Why all the cries and woes?
Why do I want to end it earlier?
It is such a pleasure to come this far,
Despite all the cries and woes along the path.
I made it !
I am here at last !

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My Dear Ramadan !

Ramadan, Oh Ramadan!

My dear Ramadan

How come you are visiting, I am not at home to welcome you

How come your entrance met my absence from the place you expected

me

Your arrival met my eyes red and wet with tears streaming down my face

Oh Ramadan, My dear Ramadan!

In what way do you wish me to welcome you?

Crying or rejoicing?

If I cry, it is for the sorrow of not being there at home to see you arrive

If I cry, it is for the fate that befell me in your absence

If I cry, it is out of grief till I come home to embrace you before you leave

again

If I rejoice, it is only that

Even not at home, I still smell the fragrance of your entrance

Ramadan, Oh Ramadan!

My dear Ramadan

The moon is dark

The sky is grey

The clouds are gathering

My heart is heavy

My tears are flowing

My mind is clouded

But you are still very dear to my heart

Where ever I may be

Oh Ramadan, My dear Ramadan!

(تَقَبَّلَ اللّهُ مِنَّ وَ مِنْكُمْ)

Ramadan met me in a place I hated to be, so I wrote this poem to express my feelings.

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If life is a friend…

If life humiliates me, you are receiving its grace.

If life turns its back on me, you are receiving its warmest embrace.

If life gives me tears, you are receiving its broadest smile.

If life deprives me, you are receiving its abundance.

If life turns my horizon cloudy, you are receiving its illuminated path.

If life renders me homeless, you are receiving its lofty shelter.

If life gives me sleepless nights, you are receiving its calmest slumber.

If life lays my bed with thorns, you are receiving its bed of roses.

If life showers me with mud and stones, you are receiving its shower of flowers and fragrance.

If life clothes me with rags, you are receiving its embellished garments.

If life stifles my voice, you are receiving its unbridled freedom for your voice.

If life restrains my will power, you are receiving its free rein to do as you will.

If life gives me bitter and sour taste, you are receiving its sweet and delicious taste.

If life brings me misery, your are receiving its delightful goodness.

If life embraces you today, be sure it may turn against you tomorrow.

If life humiliates you today, be sure things may turn in your favour.

If life is turning towards you, be sure not to be complacent.

If life is ever changing, that is the only constant thing.

If life is futile with all its endearments, here today gone tomorrow.

If life is beautiful, it can also be ugly.

If life sparkles, it can also be gray.

If life honours, it can also debase.

If life is rolling in a cycle, your turn may soon come.

If life is a friend; be sure it has never been a loyal friend.

Look around you, take heed and be warned.

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Your charity in a gift wrap

Don’t turn your charity into a foot that steps on others pride.

Your charity is an act of faith,
An act of obedience to Allah,
An act of love and concern,
A selfless act with your hope only in the reward from Allah, so I believe.

The best of your charity is the one you give in secret,
Not just to others, even to the receiver.
How come that you announce when you give your charity?
You called to say, come to me, I have a charity for you.
Or you say, I am giving you this and that as a charity.

Have you ever thought about the dignity of the receiver of your charity?
Perhaps, the receiver hates to stretch their hands,
But stretch they must out of helplessness.
Helplessness does not equal to lack of dignity.

Help the receiver keep their dignity and be discreet with your charity.
A discreet charity has more value in the eyes of the receiver
And more reward from Allah than open charity.
Yes, the giving hand is better than the receiving hand.
But the receiving hand does not always wish to be so.

Be discreet in your charity,
Don’t turn it into a foot that step on others pride.
Don’t impose your charity on others,
Even if you think they need it,
They might not want it.
You offer, they reject, your intention is already rewarded,
Say salaam and move on, don’t insist, in case you might hurt their pride by so doing.

This is not to say, not to give charity.
By all means do, because it is an act of faith full or reward from the most High.
But let your wisdom precede your charity,         
So you do not have to step on other people’s pride.

One more thing,
Why don’t you help your friend conceal their shame
Of helplessness and being in need
By concealing your charity as a gift?
A dignified heart is more receptive to a gift than a charity.

So, if you seek me out to give your charity, then don’t rub it in.
Help me keep my dignity and be discreet about it.
I know you know I know it’s a charity in a gift wrap.

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