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Our hearts and souls were so blessed to fast Ramadan sincerely To be enlightened by its super mercy and extreme prosperity purity abiding around my heart, kindling my every part a gift from Allah came along to bless our hearts to spread peace and love, to dig faith in each part A blessed bounty to wipe away our tears to zest our souls and vanish our fears to sparkle with faith with our keenest beliefs and twinkle light in our bright smiles oh dear eid, you can't help it but sowing seeds of joy, Capturing joy and happiness in every single countenance , of a child's enthusiastic joy kindling a thriving inner radiance joining hearts and souls with the deepest crystals of love revealing such a fancy artistic touch of a peaceful dove feeling the gratitude for Allah's super merciful blessings praying to pluck the roses of peace each single moment pounding hearts of affliction and yearning missing your everlasting passion getting sick of poisoning yearning for their peaceful deliverance to catch glimpses of happiness that once has been hunted by a sudden death of a loving part of soul until Allah will send a cheerful hope, just be patience to get over all the mope smile and share the joy of eid and love , work even harder to cherish the heaven above ....
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:12 PM UTC
Eid's faithful whispers
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.
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
The Ramadan Moon
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.
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Ramadan is a month of blessing Ramadan is a month of forgiving Ramadan is a month of helping Those who are in need Ramadan is a month of sacrifice Let us all be so wise Holy month of Islam is Ramadan Holy book of  Islam is quran Ramadan is the way to jannat Let's beg Allah for his rehmat       Ramadan Ramadan
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May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 5:36 AM UTC
Ramadan
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!
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
The Month Ahead Is Ramadan
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.
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Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Ramadan
R is for the radiance of the relaxation of  pure souls that float in the highest degrees of faith ! A is the awesome pure morals we try to keep in our minds and hearts M is for the mercy of Allah that covers our hearts with blessings and love D is for the duas and honest prayers we pray every night seeking Allah's super mercy A another A for the ardent spiritual hopes of vanishing all the sins and mopes N is for the new better version of our hearts with brand  new beats of faith, joy, love and mercy Ramadan is our lantern of hope and blissful chance to get the blessings of Allah and spread peace and love all over our surroundings ... Ramadan is the most fascinating chance to change towards the Best and to blossom the entire year with faithful flowers ...
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Ramadan
Ramadan opens door of mercy each year reconciling all our hearts on goodness, generosity and forgiveness. We are all clusters of sins awaiting repentance holding on to a book bonded with threads of faith Encrusted with pristine words and reminders from Allah (swt) When our heads hung low, And our eyes dripped tears and despair The pillars of Islam held us back up. They are the backbone of our lives. Ramadan leaves us with empty stomachs during the day But with that our tongues are heavy with thikr And our hearts are soft from patience. I pray that we find the right doors to open, and that we remain among the faithful believers. Ramadan Kareem to my muslim followers x
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
Ramadan '14
Thirty days have passed by, purity abiding around my heart Our souls were so blessed to fast Ramadan deeply sincere To be enlightened by its vast mercy and the extreme prosperity a gift from Allah came along to bless our hearts to spread peace and love, to dig faith in each part A blessed bounty to wipe away our tears to rest our souls and vanish our fears to sparkle with faith with our ambitious beliefs and twinkle light in our bright smiles I can't explain the sadness, that all of it is already gone Yet I am unable to express, all the happiness that came along Oh dear Eid, you can't help it but sowing seeds of joy, All the little children jumping out of ecstasy, or something more We gather all of us in a room, cheering everything we have got the child's enthusiasm kindling a thriving inner radiance joining hearts with the profound crystals of love feeling the gratitude for Allah's merciful blessings pounding hearts of affliction and yearning attempting to catch glimpses of happiness that once has been hunted by a sudden death of a loving dear soul I have two sides today, in my spirit is something wrong but it's real, and I can't hide it and let the feeling in my heart just lay A beaming smile, so doleful eyes As I said I have got two sides And still can not decide. This great festival meant a lot, now it is just a reminder, to all the years that have flown celebrating a day without her. It is just a replay, to the digging nostalgia in my core, until Allah will send a cheerful hope, just be patience to get over all the mope work even harder to cherish the heaven above. Yet you see, this movie will come again, the next year and the melancholia, tingled with nostalgia might keep you deaf and blind along your long road. Remember that Allah's door of repenting is always wide open Waiting for your heart to get back and mind be awaken...
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Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Imprinted feelings (Eid's faithful whispers)
Thirty days have passed by, purity abiding around my heart Our souls were so blessed to fast Ramadan deeply sincere To be enlightened by its vast mercy and the extreme prosperity a gift from Allah came along to bless our hearts to spread peace and love, to dig faith in each part A blessed bounty to wipe away our tears to rest our souls and vanish our fears to sparkle with faith with our ambitious beliefs and twinkle light in our bright smiles I can't explain the sadness, that all of it is already gone Yet I am unable to express, all the happiness that came along Oh dear Eid, you can't help it but sowing seeds of joy, All the little children jumping out of ecstasy, or something more We gather all of us in a room, cheering everything we have got the child's enthusiasm kindling a thriving inner radiance joining hearts with the profound crystals of love feeling the gratitude for Allah's merciful blessings pounding hearts of affliction and yearning attempting to catch glimpses of happiness that once has been hunted by a sudden death of a loving dear soul I have two sides today, in my spirit is something wrong but it's real, and I can't hide it and let the feeling in my heart just lay A beaming smile, so doleful eyes As I said I have got two sides And still can not decide. This great festival meant a lot, now it is just a reminder, to all the years that have flown celebrating a day without her. It is just a replay, to the digging nostalgia in my core, until Allah will send a cheerful hope, just be patience to get over all the mope work even harder to cherish the heaven above. Yet you see, this movie will come again, the next year and the melancholia, tingled with nostalgia might keep you deaf and blind along your long road. Remember that Allah's door of repenting is always wide open Waiting for your heart to get back and mind be awaken...
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When you touch me, I do not stand near the faint window, but I open all the bright doors, the doors of a very strong and very shapeless breeze. O Ramadan; the rain of touches that reach every story in my weak body and every region in my soul. Your touch is a soft candle, yes your touch is a new white flower. When you smile at me, I do not wait behind the absent window, but I see the true doors, the doors of endless time and unlimited place. Oh Ramadan, you can imagine my very intense and very shapeless happiness. When your soft whispers flow deep in me, I will never be near the salty window, but I will be immersed in warm doors , the doors of swimming in a stunning river, disappearing in a very strong and very shapeless sea. O Ramadan, let your lantern to touch my cheeks and draw a beautiful spring on my eyes. Let fasting immortalizes my body out of the water that will gone, and the food that will perish. Let my body know its true existence, and let me see my real body without food or drink. O Ramadan, allow your lantern to shine in my depth and to color my soul with unforgettable chants.
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Jul 17, 2019
Jul 17, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
Ramadan Lantern
Ramadan comes with lots of prayers, Fasting and doing charity, With the fragrance of heaven, Which still lingers in our mind, To Allah alone, we turn our hopes and intentions. Ramadan does not leave empty handed, It leaves with a golden handshake in the name of EID UL FITR. To celebrate with family and friends, Reaching out our hearts, Extending happiness, Sewing relationships. What better than a sweet dish Sev khurmo (vermicelle cooked in milk with raisins almonds and pistachios ), To hail in oneness, Joy and prosperity. Happy Eid Mubarak To all on Hello Poetry.
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Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Eid Ul Fitr Mubarak
Come forward Ramadan I await your arrival The hearts are ill And they need to be cured Come and spread your joy Of double rewards As heavens doors open And prayers are answered Show me all I have to be thankful for And help me think of the needy Those who go without food or water for days And yet still how my Lord provides Come and show me When Satan is locked away Am I being tempted Or are these sins force of habit Ramadan come And remind us of our purpose Surround us with a humble atmosphere Where brothers and sisters unite Dawn till dusk I will not simply starve But be on my best behaviour No foul language or thinking the worst of someone I will join the congregation At each and every prayer Speak kindly And spend more time with my family In the month of God's mercy I will try my best to please Become a better person And carry through these deeds
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
Ramadan
I. I'm writing to tell you that I've spoken with your sister. She tells me everything these days, though recently I've marked the way her voice conceals a quiet shame; rage in casual tones, and fear in quiet whispers. I haven't kissed her in quite some time. She's thinking of you. II. I'm sorry that I haven't written sooner. This fasting saps volition from my fingers, and the hot smell of ozone still lingers in the air. But everywhere I see you on the news. Has Ramadan been hard for you this year? I'm looking forward to hearing from you. I want to know that you are near once more. Please write. III. I saw an action flick today, and something of you in the way the heroine roared and flipped her hair just before letting a rocket fly. I thought that I would die of suspense until the moment when the hero rose from the rubble to stand above his foes. Crows circled. Credits rolled. IV. Thunder tolls. The atmosphere crackles and bursts. It's early yet, and not even my worst. My warring hands will never give you peace. An endless war-song issues from my lips. You are not brave enough, dear girl, to resist destruction by my hand. The bomb blessed by my lips is indifferent, darling boy. I will consume the gardens planted with your seeds. V. Bismillah, arrahman, arraheem. VI. Blessed is he who cries out for peace. The Lord sees him and sees that he is good. Blessed is she who dines before the sunrise and loses her life at noon, still clad in vestments of her childhood. VII. Eid Mubarak, and peace be with you every year. I've yet to hear from you. I saw your sister again today. Whatever tinged her voice still holds her. She said she hasn't written. It matters who writes, so write a love-letter, I told her. She's thinking of you.
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Aug 9, 2014
Aug 9, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Love Letters for Ramadan
I. I'm writing to tell you that I've spoken with your sister. She tells me everything these days, though recently I've marked the way her voice conceals a quiet shame; rage in casual tones, and fear in quiet whispers. I haven't kissed her in quite some time. She's thinking of you. II. I'm sorry that I haven't written sooner. This fasting saps volition from my fingers, and the hot smell of ozone still lingers in the air. But everywhere I see you on the news. Has Ramadan been hard for you this year? I'm looking forward to hearing from you. I want to know that you are near once more. Please write. III. I saw an action flick today, and something of you in the way the heroine roared and flipped her hair just before letting a rocket fly. I thought that I would die of suspense until the moment when the hero rose from the rubble to stand above his foes. Crows circled. Credits rolled. IV. Thunder tolls. The atmosphere crackles and bursts. It's early yet, and not even my worst. My warring hands will never give you peace. An endless war-song issues from my lips. You are not brave enough, dear girl, to resist destruction by my hand. The bomb blessed by my lips is indifferent, darling boy. I will consume the gardens planted with your seeds. V. Bismillah, arrahman, arraheem. VI. Blessed is he who cries out for peace. The Lord sees him and sees that he is good. Blessed is she who dines before the sunrise and loses her life at noon, still clad in vestments of her childhood. VII. Eid Mubarak, and peace be with you every year. I've yet to hear from you. I saw your sister again today. Whatever tinged her voice still holds her. She said she hasn't written. It matters who writes, so write a love-letter, I told her. She's thinking of you.
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The flag, a white crescent and single star on a field of crimson — kırmızı, not just 'red' — tells of Islam. The men drinking beer and rakı at pavement tables, even in Ramadan, and the short-skirted, bare-armed girls, parading with bare-faced confidence, tell of other influences; but at the appointed hour we hear the call to prayer from the marble minaret, a slim finger pointing to the sky beside shining domes reflecting the vault of heaven. At five a.m. we hear it faintly through hotel double-glazing, or at sunset, as a peaceful accompaniment to the spectacle, and we remember where we are. But especially at the midday hour, when the voice of the muezzin echoes over noisy street or market, and from another minaret and another the duet becomes a trio, a quartet of different melodies, out of tune with each other but never discordant (in these tones the word has no meaning), the faithful are reminded, however busy they may be, that their God requires something of them. Then, entering the cool calm of the mosque, entering the quiet forest of pillars, feeling through the soles of our bare feet marble polished by the tread of generations of worshippers, fine-grained wood, the rich softness of crimson carpet, we luxuriate in the textures as they combine with the formal floral patterns of the tiles, the ornate calligraphy of the inscriptions, the rich colours of the glass, and we realise that the builders of these mosques knew what they were doing, so many years ago, how peace can enter the soul through the senses.
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Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Inside the Mosque **
The flag, a white crescent and single star on a field of crimson — kırmızı, not just 'red' — tells of Islam. The men drinking beer and rakı at pavement tables, even in Ramadan, and the short-skirted, bare-armed girls, parading with bare-faced confidence, tell of other influences; but at the appointed hour we hear the call to prayer from the marble minaret, a slim finger pointing to the sky beside shining domes reflecting the vault of heaven. At five a.m. we hear it faintly through hotel double-glazing, or at sunset, as a peaceful accompaniment to the spectacle, and we remember where we are. But especially at the midday hour, when the voice of the muezzin echoes over noisy street or market, and from another minaret and another the duet becomes a trio, a quartet of different melodies, out of tune with each other but never discordant (in these tones the word has no meaning), the faithful are reminded, however busy they may be, that their God requires something of them. Then, entering the cool calm of the mosque, entering the quiet forest of pillars, feeling through the soles of our bare feet marble polished by the tread of generations of worshippers, fine-grained wood, the rich softness of crimson carpet, we luxuriate in the textures as they combine with the formal floral patterns of the tiles, the ornate calligraphy of the inscriptions, the rich colours of the glass, and we realise that the builders of these mosques knew what they were doing, so many years ago, how peace can enter the soul through the senses.
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I thank You Allah I praised to you Allah I am bowing down to you Allah For this light to my fore And the Iman in my heart And the trust on my tongue And the health to my life And the chance to witness This beautiful time of beneficent And mercy to the mankind... And the month of nine It's a Ramadan, The Great Ramadan Yajma'ana Ramadan Kareem 🌙
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Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 1:38 AM UTC
Ramadan 🌙
So many questions in my head about simple religions are they something God made or just devil envisioned? Its kind a practical but if I ask I'm demon possessed **** let me breathe in this cult I manifest. I'm lead to believe in something I don't understand I ask with such command am I insane because of this. They tell you two things opposite from each other but share the same views like prosperity and salvation. Telling you to not follow Islamic Ramadan, Hinduism caste systems or anything that corrupts the mind. To me its just nothing but simple communism an oxymoron for morons without a way of living. Too many days hoping for a message in a source in a enlightened force instead of letting nature take its course. How many years am I gunna live behind shades Even my shadow gets the most attention. Tired of wishing for the best still the stress keeps consuming success is up a hill a thousand miles away. Only if I had dreams to steal just to **** time A false grind running in circles chasing my own *** well even a dog wouldn't chase after a ***** with a fur collar I'm a dog barking at these strays. No choice no vision just a broken sand clock paused days seems to delay my own knowledge. No oracles its rhetorical trapped inside of Matrix living a basic life Brainwashed by circles of successors. So many serpents biting my flesh in this Garden of Eden Starving and bleeding constantly dreaming when I'm sleep and when I'm sleeping I'm 2 steps behind.
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Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Constructive Criticism
And finally Here Arrives Our Beloved Ramadan
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 9:33 AM UTC
Ramadan
With love and happiness we embrace Ramadan With clear heart ,  hope and desire to increase our Iman (faith)  We are noted as the best Ummah(Generation) That is because we encourage one another  in doing good and stop one another from  evil by reading the Qur'an(Koran) Too many sins have been in my basket Too many mischief committed unasked How little I am and how big my ego masked Wavering from my path, often in vice I basked May the love of Ramada  shower us with its blessing May it comes to help us accomplish our aims Through cleansing, wiping and forgiven our sins So Allah with have mercy on our names Indeed Allah is the most benevolent,most glorious and the most merciful Once again guiding me to rectify my path and be repentful May this month(Ramadan) make us all pious and fast faithful So we can  do good act, read Qur'an and pray to purify our soul and make our hearts truthful.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
Ramadan
Haters HeartBreakers I forgive you'll Its Ramadan
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 4:13 AM UTC
Its Ramadan
The true spirit of Ramadhan Its not about thirst and hunger Its not about starvation from the hours of dawn till the hours of dusk Its not about food paradise at Ramadan bazaar and lavish preparation for Iftar... The real purpose of fasting is to attain righteousness to behave righteously... To See no evil To Hear no evil To Speak no evil To Empty your stomach so you'll feed your soul reciting the holy book Al-Qur'an for blessings.. The merciful will double the reward more than your heart desires fast for the sake of attaining to God the true nature of fasting Ramadhan ...observe it in its true spirit ~ Sharina~
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
The true spirit of Ramadhan
Oh Allah ! In this coming, spiritual month of Ramadan- I plead for forgiveness, I ask from you to cleanse our souls, Forgive us all, For we have sinned, We are frail by heart, We are liars and judgmental, Oh Allah ! My eyes shed tears for all of this human race, All those who have passed away, For people who are still here, And for those who have lost their strength, I pray for all these people, For their forgiveness, for their health, I ask for your help, Oh Allah ! To you we all shall return, We are your disciples Almighty Allah, And I ask from you to lead us to the right path, We are your creation, We have erred and ask for forgiveness, How guilty are we and how we've fallen in abyss, Please listen to our prayers and let us taste the essence of a heavenly afterlife.
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May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
Oh Allah !
This Ramadan Will I be in your Duas ??
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Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
This Ramadan
She spread her legs and said "eat this ***** I said I couldn't, because it was Ramadan. She slammed her legs shut like a door closed in anger and told me to "eat **** then!" but I couldn't, because it was Ramadan.
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
Ramadan
I’m walking up hilltop, two men pass, one says, 'Fuck the French, they never have the bottle for a fight’. To have got here they passed the old Cathedral. Did they glimpse it as a relic - exploded by incendiary, ostracised in dubiety, seen fit to feature only in the focus and snap of foreign tourists? It is two days before Ramadan. Tonight Tornados will tear between the Euphrates and Tigris to illuminate Babylon... live on CNN. At the top of the hill I pause, staring at stained glass fragments still suspended in the apex of frames and view snacking office workers, seated upon the benches that have replaced the pews.
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Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 12:30 PM UTC
Coventry Cathedral
This sherry trifle with clotted cream, that tray of sugar cookies there. My best laid plans to lose some weight are thwarted by this time of year. I shouldn’t go for my arteries’ sake to Holiday parties with frosted cakes As it is, I can inhale chocolates quicker that I can Kale. Each holiday brings treats and beers and another roll of fat appears. Perhaps before I’m too far gone I ought to switch to Ramadan. While not convinced about the rest Self abnegation should be stressed.
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Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 5:36 PM UTC
**** Observations