"taraweeh" poems - Hello Poetry

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

Adam

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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Quarantine, you must. In sha Allah, Coronever you may. Fast by day. By night, Taraweeh pray. This is the way.

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Apr 24, 2020

Apr 24, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC

Quarantinistani

And So, It Begins.

Quarantine, you must. In sha Allah, Coronever you may. Fast by day. By night, Taraweeh pray. This is the way.

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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!

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Mar 14, 2025

Mar 14, 2025 at 9:48 PM UTC

shofi-ahmed

Fireflies' Taraweeh Mosque

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!

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