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.
Apr 10, 2022
Apr 10, 2022 at 12:08 PM UTC
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.
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