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Sunday, 21 September 2008 |
The new moon has been sighted Shaaban is over Ramadhan has begun And I’m so excited
I wake up for suhoor And see the feast But unable to eat much Because images flash in front of me About those who are poor And will have nothing but water and a piece of bread If they are lucky
As I begin my fast I see images of my Ummah being blasted By the dastardly and cowardly From five thousand feet high Who don’t care who they hit, kill and maim Even during Ramadhan
I read the Quran And struggle after a few pages My eyes turn bleary Concentration wanes And I think about my brothers Resisting injustice In far away lands And I shed a few tears
Iftar time And my favourite delicacies are missing I start complaining I fail to see the blessing For that which I have And always crave for more
I stand for terrawaih My feet ache I count the rakahs Wishing the Imam would hurry But my brothers in lands far away Have no choice But to stand and protect The Ummah’s dignity From the marauding crusaders
Eid is nigh I buy new clothes And shops are busy In the hustle and bustle I think of the widows and orphans Struggling to make do Wearing rags and just surviving Sometimes begging and prostituting
My days are carefree Without worry Or stress While the majority of the Ummah Suffer and live in poverty
So ungrateful Disrespectful For all that Allah has blessed me with
Maybe if Allah swapped me With those who have little Then I would contemplate And appreciate The mercy of Allah Towards me and family
But those in hardship Appreciate the little And not belittle What they have And thank Allah For the things we take for granted Especially the Quran
Turning to it constantly For inspiration And Motivation As they struggle on a daily basis To Make Allah’s word high Author: Showkat Ali
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