#ramadanpoetry
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
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
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
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
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