تَحْيَا اللَّيَالِي بِصَوْتِ التَّرَاوِيحِ فِي الأَرْجَاء
صُفُوفُ المُؤْمِنِينَ تَقِفُ كَتِفًا بِكَتِفٍ فِي دُعَاء
مِنْ كُلِّ فَجٍّ وَصَوْبٍ، بَيَاضُ الثِّيَابِ يَسْطَعُ بِنُورٍ وَبَهَاء
رَمَضَانُ فِي أَرْضِنَا حُلْمٌ جَمِيلٌ، يَجْمَعُنَا عَلَى الوفَاء
The night is alive with the sound of Tarawih in the air
Rows of believers standing together, shoulder to shoulder in prayer
From every corner and direction, white robes softly gleam with beauty
Ramadan in our land is a beautiful dream, gathering us in loyalty
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 1:07 AM UTC
يَهْدَأُ الحَمَاسُ لِيُصْبِحَ إيقَاعاً إيمَانِيّاً ثَابِتَا
يَتَعَلَّمُ الجَسَدُ الصَّبْرَ، رَغْمَ الغُبَارِ وَالحَرِّ صَامِتَا
نَجِدُ الجَمَالَ فِي الانْضِبَاطِ وَالظَّمَأِ الذِي نُقَاسِيه
لِيُذَكِّرَنَا أَنَّ الإِسْلَامَ نُورٌ لِلقَلْبِ وَمَا فِيه
Excitement settles to become a steady spiritual rhythm
The body learns patience, despite the dust and heat, silently
We find beauty in discipline and the thirst we endure
To remind us that Islam is a light for the heart and all within it
Feb 22
Feb 22, 2026 at 1:03 AM UTC
رَائِحَةُ "الأَكَرَا" وَ "الكُوكُو" تَمْلأُ الأَجْوَاء
جِيرَانٌ يَتَبَادَلُونَ "البَاب"، وَيُفِيضُونَ بِالعَطَاء
مَائِدَةُ الإِفْطَارِ تَجْمَعُنَا عَلَى ضِحْكٍ وَمَاء
فِي لَحَظَاتِ التَّكَافُلِ تَجِدُ الرَّحْمَةَ وَالدُّعَاء
The smell of "Akara" and "Koko" fills the air
Neighbors exchange "Pap," overflowing with generosity
The Iftar table gathers us over laughter and water
In moments of solidarity, you find mercy and prayer
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 12:00 AM UTC
تَهْدَأُ الشَّوَارِعُ حِينَ تَعْلُو شَمْسُ الظُّهْرَة
يَخِفُّ الزِّحَامُ، وَنَحْوَ الخَالِقِ تَتَّجُهُ البَصِيرَة
يَخْتَلِفُ العَمَلُ، وَاللِّسَانُ رَطْبٌ بِذِكْرٍ وَنِعْمَة
سَكِينَةٌ مُقَدَّسَةٌ تَنْزِلُ عَلَى كُلِّ سُوقٍ ذِي رَحْمَة
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The streets grow quiet as the afternoon sun rises high.
The hustle slows down, and our insight turns toward the Creator.
Work feels different, and the tongue stays moist with remembrance and grace.
A holy calmness descends upon every crowded marketplace.
@aslaveofallah
Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 10:42 PM UTC
The moon is sighted, the "Ramadan Kareem" texts fly,
Mothers calling everyone, "Suhoor is ready!" a joyful cry.
We reach for phones to wake the cousins and the kin,
As first day’s hunger is nothing to the peace within.
@emy
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
The moon is sighted, the "Ramadan Kareem" texts fly,
Mothers calling everyone, "Suhoor is ready!" a joyful cry.
We reach for phones to wake the cousins and the kin,
As first day’s hunger is nothing to the peace within.
@emy
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
#TIME
Time is a Chariot bird,
With life feathered wing;
Flapping away seconds with unseen wing,
And fades in the air like an icedroplets.
Whenever I wait for it;
It looks slow like the sight of a running cloud.
Whenever am afraid of it;
It runs so Swift like a chasing dog.
Time with its magic swords,
turn memories to flashes of a flickering light.
I miss it when is there and gone.
When it ticks; my heart feels boom! boom!
An invaluable currency that worth no currency;
That people will ever purchase even when it's not available.
Everyday is a blessing of 86,400 seconds;
which vanish without at night without remainder.
Yesterday is today; tomorrow is yesterday.
No matter how I grief on the death of a second;
I always have it there gazing at me.
©️ emywrites
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 11:33 PM UTC
I_am_an_ADDICTED WRITER
I would die willingly;
If it kills me to leave you.
I am that muttering thunder;
That never stop until it rains.
With you I am only survivor;
Without you I am a dead spirit.
I am that pregnant woman;
Walking around with baby for nine months,
But, No! Mine is words.
Right from womb I develop feelings;
On my delivery I get pregnant again like a fluffy cloud after rain.
And till eternity, I still remain that pregnant woman.
Nothing in this world worth the smell of my addiction;
With sweet fragrance of enticing words luring heart to comfort.
Nothing in this world could beat the taste of my addiction;
Taste of emotions sweeter than sugar alcohols.
Nothing in this world could beat the touch of my addiction;
Touch of escapism like the hand of a Holy Spirit.
Do you think I was talking about cigarette?
Smiles! Writing is my substance of addiction;
When I zestfully mix the powdered emotional thought to beauty,
When I ***** my feelings into my idolize pen;
And ***** it out in phrase and stanzas on my gazing papers like canvas.
To entice you to beauty; be it tragic, happy or haze.
Well, this is my addiction for you after reading;
‘Cause I can feel my magic poesy within you.
So do not wish my pregnancy a safe delivery;
Nor my muttering thunder a swift rain.
Let me get pregnant more till eternity;
To become more addictive than a smoke addict.
©️ emywrites
Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 11:21 PM UTC
The clock ticking;
Anticlockwisely to the past,
Awakening memories of unclear clouds;
Of beauty that got decayed before arrival,
And beats that got danced to before sound.
The clock ticking;
Boom! Boom! Bang!
Stabbing to the badge of slavery,
Setting hands of suffering in default,
Aborting pregnancy of dignity and respect.
The clock ticking;
Clockwisely to the present,
Where sun rays the scattered sunshine;
And the sky of scattered moth has melt.
The wind of slaved air is uncaged.
It's our time now!
Sparkling teeth of joy,
Like children's getting bribed.
We are living in the dream of our ancestors.
It's our African time.
©️ emywrites
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 8:18 PM UTC
Ye! Few words like a sharpened scapel,
Deftly said in a sec; but lived for years
Fiercely, reverberated in my heart like a roar
Few words but ripped my heart in shattering crevices,
Said as if it was not practiced like a movie theater.
It started like counting of numbers;
That never ends until the reader stops.
You played and dribble me like a football.
I loved like we were on the same wavelength,
But, don’t know have been walking on a parallel line.
You said I was your dream come true,
Like a slave, I obeyed your words,
But, it ended like a nightmare.
You said we will always be together,
Like a fool, I played along.
You tore my heart but not me.
You broke the pride but not the drive.
You sliced the heart but not my dream.
You left a scar but made my star
Your hurt made me a valiant.
But now my sun shines without your light.
My leaf waves without your breeze.
My bird flies without your wing.
My food tastes sweet without your salt.
My music sounds melodious without your beats.
‘Cause, now am living a **** LIFE,
The hurt U gave life.
The heart you left is now strong than a rock.
You made me the strongest lady in the world
Thanks to you.
@emywrites
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 11:46 AM UTC