#ramadan
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
Dedication to faith,
Hug my rosary.
Incense burns whilst you **********
You said I was devotary.
Worship in the bathroom,
Pervert in the mind.
We exist in this vacuum,
The faithful lead the blind.
You believe in the sacrament- sacrificed,
Transparent with your intentions.
Speak your mind, you’ve patronized- an acolyte,
Your word is divine intervention.
Practice Ramadan, you bake baklava,
Exile my words and make me believe.
You do in in His Name- Allah,
It’s all a persona, you deceive.
Dedication to faith,
Hug your rosary.
Now I mastuterbate,
And bruise your ovaries.
Wake up exposed,
You’re already on me.
So eager to pose,
Play me, marquee.
Feel guilt, you’ve done it yourself,
Broken the bones of Sainthood.
Leave alone- you’re too compelled,
By the force of the Brotherhood.
Walk beside the force of God,
You couldn’t keep your Father.
Dye it blonde,
Shield your eyes from the honor.
Disruption of faith,
You throw my rosary.
I lay next to you while you **********
Who said I was devotary?
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 1:17 AM UTC
Ah, sleek moonlight, velvety soft,
Unfurls the path to the Taraweeh Mosque.
Countless fireflies, on fine silken wings,
Catch fast in the silver weave of lunar groves.
Soon, the first Ramadan crescent blooms above,
While the silent tuberose lingers, imprinting deeper still.
Oof—how many did I embrace? One or two?
Myriads light the way to the Taraweeh Mosque.
It was only the other night—
The first crescent of Ramadan shimmered,
Piercing the flawless forehead of twilight,
In the hush of the fading dusk.
Even now, across the half-lit horizon,
Sleepless full-moon stars drift,
While the first, blessed crescent of Ramadan
Moves on in seamless procession.
When will the celebration reach its full bloom?
Today marks the fourteenth fast,
Already shining upon the fourteenth moon!
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC
Celebrating Ramadan amidst the concrete rubble
String lights illuminate hungry faces
To be surrounded by oppression and violence yet sit together at a table to share a feast
That is true resilience.
Love radiates from the dishes, food scarce so they share
No matter the evil, the deathly threats,
They stand together united, all as one,
Their connection un-severed.
Material things, they have none.
To have such joy in dark times
Is to resist the occupation, to be freed
Body, Soul, Spirit, Mind.
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
Our guest has arrived.
He is about to end his visit.
We began to say farewell before disappearing.
We trust Allah (The Almighty)
has prepared us for another encounter.
To see your appearance again.
Until another day, our friend.
Until another day, our brother.
We bid farewell to our Ramadan.
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 8:17 AM UTC
The evening star
at the sunset of Ramadan.
Mistake it not for a stellar
maybe an embroidery fell down
from the broidery in paradise!
What crosses in your mind, dear
fondly you look back
at this nick of time?
The twilight ambles down
with moonflowers on the hands
is about to wrap up
one more blessed day of Ramadan.
What have you come up with then
for the fasting person on your hand?
What a broad array
you stole the last show of the day!
Singing nightingales keeps musing
deeps down the rose in low light.
The first light shines out
amidst the dawn chorus.
What does it miss out
the nightingales disappears
in broad daylight.
Have you too leave the scene
with the rose dews
only to pour it off the honeyed petals
into the fasting person's glass?
So cool it tastes a sip of water
at the Iftar!
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
My favorite pursuit of happiness
is to recite the enchanting verses from the beauteous Quran.
To be lost in its splendor.
To Mesmerize myself with its grandeur.
Breath with pure sublimity.
I can wipe out my woes and blues.
And rise to the majestic heights of glee,
like an uncaged eagle who soared to be free.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:11 AM UTC
Ramadan is here,
so lets all fast,
it's the ninth month of the year,
lets make it last.
When you see the Ramadan Moon,
up in the sky so bright,
you need to get ready,
to pray all throughout the night.
Now that Isha has passed,
lets get up in congregation,
to pray Taraweeh,
with the Muslim nation.
Ramadan is here,
so lets all fast,
it's the ninth month of the year,
lets make it last.
The first ten days are upon us,
so we need to avoid what's wrong,
keep good intentions,
all day long.
It's the middle days now
when there's things to buy and your phone rings,
don't let these worldly matters,
distract you from doing the right things.
Ramadan is here,
so lets all fast,
it's the ninth month of the year,
lets make it last.
Now it's the last ten days,
lets stay in the mosque for long,
lets do may good deeds,
and avoid what is wrong.
Lal a tul Qadr is upon us,
it's the Night of Power,
let's start praying the Allah(subhanawataallah),
throughout the night for every hour.
Ramadan is here,
so lets all fast,
it's the ninth month of the year,
lets make it last.
Ramadan isn't forever,
so lets do what is right,
avoid doing bad,
with all our might.
Ramadan is here,
so lets all fast,
it's the ninth month of the year,
lets make it last.
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Even the pipilikas maybe
kept an ear to the ground
and heard the men on earth’s
news of the year: it works!
Pfizer-BioNTech jab is out.
Finally the Covid-19
vaccine is on our hand
life hopefully will soon be normal!
Along with everyone else me too
is absolutely over the moon
yet something I can’t forget.
Like how that came months ago
on 27 Ramadan 2020 in London.
I was still in sleep in the morning
in a dream but turned out to be real
indeed touched by lovely safest hands
promptly vaccinated me there and then.
Know not how that could key out
off the safe the trillion dollar vaccine at first!
All I know when that hands of love tie a knot
it becomes the undoable perfect circle.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 4:13 PM UTC
তুমি আমায় ভাসাও মুক্ত বাতাসে
তুমি বড় করো মোর মন
আমায় ওড়াও তুমি নীল আকাশে।
আমি যেন ফিরে পাই নতুন জীবন।
তোমার আলোয় জেগে ওঠে আমার এই প্রাণ।
আমি চাই এমন করে সারা বছর
তুমি থাকো আমার পাশে।
রমজান রমজান,
ও প্রিয় রমজান!
রমজান রমজান,
তুমি কাছে থাকো সারাক্ষণ।
(সারাক্ষণ থেকো তুমি পাশে।)
কানায় কানায় ভরা ভালোবাসা
হাওয়ায় হাওয়ায় এত শান্তি ছড়ায়-
রমজান, এই কোরানের মাসে।
(তোমার রহম অনুরাগে)
আমার হৃদয় ছোঁয়া জাগে, দৃহ করে মোর ঈমান।
আমি চাই এমন করে সারা বছর তুমি থাকো আমার পাশে।
রমজান রমজান,
ও প্রিয় রমজান!
রমজান রমজান,
তুমি কাছে থাকো সারাক্ষণ।
(সারাক্ষণ থেকো তুমি পাশে।)
আমি যেন ধন্য ওগো তোমায় ভালোবেসে
মনে হয় প্রতিক্ষণ তুমি থাকো আমার পাশে
নিশ্বাসে নিশ্বাসে তুমি রবে মোর প্রাণে মিশে।
আমি করছি প্রতিজ্ঞা, বলছি সপথে-
তোমার শিক্ষা-কদর, এই হৃদয়ে ধরে রাখবো সারা বছর,
কভু দেবো না হারাতে।
হে রমজান!
রমজান রমজান,
ও প্রিয় রমজান!
রমজান রমজান,
তুমি কাছে থাকো সারাক্ষণ।
(সারাক্ষণ থেকো তুমি পাশে।)
[রমাদান রমাদান,
রমাদান ইয়া হাবির।
রমাদান রমাদান,
লাইতাকা দাওমান করিব।]
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 4:34 AM UTC
It's the first day
Of the Holy Month
Of Ramadan
I am happy
To be here
Among the chosen one
Thank you for this chance
Thank you for this day
Thank you for the food
There will be no words
That could discribe
How much thankful I really am
Happy Ramadan Kareem
To everyone who celebrates
Stay strong, it won't be long
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 6:40 AM UTC
Quarantine,
you must.
In sha Allah,
Coronever you may.
Fast by day.
By night,
Taraweeh pray.
This is the way.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
My mother tells me,
how she never learned to spell her name as a child.
How education sifted like sandpaper in her throat
because all the teachers were male.
How fear is the coldest thing in Afghanistan,
yet it burns the hearts of mothers
who send their daughters to school.
Knowing girls must sacrifice their body for education.
Knowing if she raises her hand,
she must soon cover her eyes and
fold away an identity to
become nothing but a lifeless corpse for you to feast on.
The red hijab she wraps around her head is not tight enough.
You want it around her mouth.
For her to tie that tongue and
bite the screams as they come.
To wipe her tears before the blood dries.
When you make her bleed, do you fancy yourself chosen?
Tell the Mosque how you split the Red Sea?
If you wear a mask long enough it becomes an extra layer of skin.
Eventually, you cannot pick it away the same way you’ve picked at women’s souls.
By the white beards you call so pure,
where do you find your daughter’s souvenirs?
In the grave you buried her screams in?
Underneath the mosque you’ve claimed as your castle?
Do you raise them up when you need proof of prophecy?
When you forget her name
When you forget my mother's name
how do you remember the 99 of God?
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 11:00 PM UTC
Our world today shines much brighter
the month ahead is Ramadan!
Blooming upon us is the best of the months
Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadan!
Chockablock with pure blessings
is the oasis in the opulence.
Bountifully raised dizzying high
comes with the Night of Measures
better than a thousand months.
Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadan!
Everyone, near and far
only look up high!
No rainbow can outshine
the finest face of the serene moon
is about to show up.
Welcome it loud with the whole heart
Ahlan wa sahlan ya Ramadan!
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 69
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
When Rajab naturally comes, we traditionally think you.
Everybody merely says that undoubtedly your sacred month.
To fondly remember about you, hail about you a mighty lot;
On this noble month of Rajab!
Unfortunately the modern world
Naturally forget that every precious second what we suspire.
Is precisely your divine mercy and Infinite blessings,
It is not about the sacred Holy month.
Its about You always, who shall I Hail and Bow humbly
to the Noble and divine creator (Allah).
Who do I universally acclaim in my hasty and miscreant life?
Without your Divine Mercy and Infinite Blessings'
Nor my active life exists peacefully,
Or my noble soul exists naturally,
Nor the sacred month of Rajab!
Fondly recall Him (Allah). Hail Him (Allah) every second.
Start to bow politely towards the Divine Creator;
Endlessly on Rajab, this is precisely the starting month.
Towards the devoted most Sacred month of Islam (Ramadan)
Passing through the Shaban Month.
You are capable to bow continuously and fast energetically.
On the most sacred month of Ramadan through the rehearse,
Of Sacred Month of Rajab and Shaban!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC
Perfection belongs to Almighty Allah
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
The crescent moon has been sighted
Lantern of hope has been ignited.
Doors of mercy have been opened
And the devils have been chained.
It is the month,
Where clusters of sin await repentance
And good deeds worth are multiplied.
The month
In which we abstain from food
From dawn till dusk;
Empty stomachs
But tongue heavy from thikr.
A month
Enlightened with Allah's vast mercy
And extreme prosperity,
Tasting rewards
And bathing in immense blessing.
So choose to
Break mouldy habits
Reform the fabrics.
Reboot your entity
And Recharge your faith.
Choose to strengthen the backbone of your lives;
The pillars of Islam.
Recite the book that has been bonded with threads of faith
and encrusted with pristine words of Allah.
Choose to unshackle yourself
from the blackening shackles;
Untangle from messy mirage of the world
entwined with your wrist
And braid it into ladders to heaven.
Choose to join congregation at prayers
To pray to Allah seeking his affinity
Asking for forgiveness and pray for agility.
Choose to handle tough times with sincerity
And dig faith in one another.
For strength and forgiveness
can be found under his love
And this can be the month
That can bring you a step closer to Allah.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
Are you a witness of the precise moment
on that very proverbial, unpredictable day
when everyone did mind the gap
but the Ramadan moon took a step?
None could time it at first, as if it got out
from a black hole or an uncharted water well:
down the trail, who can tell?
Now a day or two is gone, has passed by.
The moon is in the fast lane soaring high,
and fills the orb with serene soft light.
Ah, buddies catch up, the suave fireflies.
Tons of these stay awake in the night.
Before they fly away, vanishing afar
into the epic portion of the night.
A confluence down the black moon,
only to catch a glimpse of any pattern:
a morning star or a forming pin bar,
a slice of light on a gingerly lit chart.
Premiering the Eid moon’s first blush.
Yet, if only one can time it, when will it flash?
Deep down a black moon, all eyes black out.
Still, how can one sigh though? Ah,
the unpredictable black moon, should it show
just a peek, showers the earth with Eid’s joy!
Will it show up in no time, far from the sight—
galaxies light up the shady nook of night.
A houri in the Eden rings the alarm.
The veiled bunch of fairies push the sky.
Every star throws its hat, only to tell first
when a crescent moon will crop up
And with the first spill of moonlight,
topflight it goes, pushing the boat out!
A walk down the black moon
without a light or water gone into the blue,
As though walking dead, blindfolded.
No pattern, decimals of Pi undefined by design,
but spot on gets to the apex spike!
There’s still an unmarked blank space
the light on this way doesn’t paint.
And this time, the time won’t tell
is there anyone who can is anyone’s guess.
So should the houri dare to run, then
cherubic she be on her flawless flaw,
rushes to ask the Queen of Heaven!
Oh, good luck to her, a wild one.
Time the black moon, its first glance
precisely when the Eid moon will crop up.
Enlighten us, we are more than curious.
Tell us, too—don’t just tweet it to the stars.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
the night is bright
the moon is out
the devils are chained
the fast begins
~
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
1. It is He who turned the words that echoed through walls of built up ego into towers of strength made of faith and prayer, obedience and consciousness – the best architecture knew I needed a blueprint that wasn’t covered in mustard coloured stains and red pen marks that led to nowhere good
2. It is He who untangled the blackening shackles from ties to this sticky, messy mirage of a world entwined to these wrists and instead taught to braid ladders to the heavens on its way to freedom which looks like His love, love that is eternity and eternity that isn’t an illusion; it’s a vision
3. It is He who, through every turn, slip and fault, stayed closer than the jugular vein and fished the despair right out of this muddled pond the colour of dust and rusting metals, teaching to swim and thank for the air filled lungs taken for granted even when I'm drowning, the water became clearer and the air cleaner and He still held His hand out, better than a lifeguard, He’s a guard for life
4. And now I'm trying to find another way to Him in these blessed nights to heal this aching splintered heart and solid iron fists made from fires only the roughest wood could spark up; in His name does the stomach starve so the soul can feed, where the toughest times are handled with sincerity, everyone becomes family, and strength is found underneath His love, overtop the rest of the world
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC