I am running to reach
In a hurry to meet
Somewhere in the bright light
To witness the blessing
And blessed to be blest.
This time is brilliantly bright.
To supplicate as well as to gain.
This is a month of light.
Where there's no pore of darkness,
Except the giant hills of Mercy.
I mean Ramadan, the blessing month.
May our ibadah be accepted.

The northwestern sight in the evening
And southeastern talk in the morning.
A Southwestern smile in the afternoon
And northeastern love in the midnight

After all the obstacles I crossed,
I think this life will be lofted.
I was born lovely to be lifted.
Dedicated to a particular cause
All struggles will be for
the benefit of the rest.
But, I understand things like
There is enmity and hatred.
 Between life and the dead.
There's unrest and conflict
 between the rich and the poor.
 There's fighting and harmony
 between hearts and love.

The trumpet is gradually blowing.
It's neither awake nor asleep.
And the drum beat hit a bit.
And the whispering voice that you hear
Later, the bold roar of a wolf rises.
Far in the distance, a speechless child
Waving her hand to catch the green
Imagine this kind of dreaming.
Happening in the sense of reality
Moving toward the girl horrendously
But my tongue was quaking like a snake.
I don't know what to say to help.
Because of the hideousness of her face,
It was a call from the darkness.
My name is loudly mentioned periodically.

Safana...
Safana...
Saaaffffaaannnnaa!
Take me away.
Take me away.
Take me away.

Dark smoke diffuses from an unknown space.
It covers almost everywhere in space.
I started coughing.
I think I will go to the grave. That is.
I am absolutely tethered to the rope and,
I'm being dragged somewhere like a hole.
 
I screamingly shouted 
Again and again,
And then, quite suddenly,

And then,
silence suddenly,
My eyes slowly begin to open
I am beneath a concrete canopy.
It's a stone chamber like a crypt.
Far from it, it's a ropeless,
a suspended bed draped in a red blanket

I am dragged heavily towards the bed's edge.
Suddenly, I am suspended between up and down.
And the man, with a horror face, woke from the bed
approaching my side, invoking Cyphe incantations.
He circled the ground with red blood.
His gaze was fixed on the roof. He is
Incanting with an unperceiveable word.

"wede demi yimit’u
  wede demi yimit’u
  wede demi yimit’u"

"demuni yimitu ina
gurorowoni yarik’u."

"o፣ widi yesī’oli āganiniti፣

weyi widi yesī’oli seyit’anati

weyi widi yekirīpiti seyit’ani"

He took his head and looked 
deeply into my sight, then a knife.
appeared in his hand. 
He approached where I am suspended.
All of a sudden, he came and stabbed the knife in the area of my chest.
I screamingly shouted again
and again and I woke up when
I realized it was my cat 
sitting on my chest.

My life is full of chaos. 
I believe I can solve everything;
there is nothing else I can do.
Holding a pen to write something
bright and dark
If I could remember when I was
in my early years, I could feel
Something like pain and gain
Something like "sweet and sour"
When food is a friend to the rich
and the hunger, is a friend to the poorest.
No one has lent a hand to us,
to hold and get out of the fire.
My life has been in dungeon
Because of torture not nurtured.
The system is still unchanged
Because of the ugliest leadership.