The holy days

It's a poem about one special month of my religion. I don't need any hate or awful, and judgmental comments, they will not hurt me, they'll only be deleted. It's about the month Ramadan.

I hear a knock on the door, so I hurry to open it with all joy
What visitor can bring a larger smile on my face,
Then the advent of Ramadan and its grace
I can no longer wait for this first day
Where all the purity and mercy come along the ray

The night has came, when we all wait to see the crescent moon
Then we wake up the other day, beside a boon
Glee and sweetness stepping inside our home
When our hearts connect more close

My soul, my mind, my heart
They are all filled with faith and art
Ya Allah, please give us the strength and Sabr
Make us forgivable around each of us
If our Lord is forgivable, how come his slaves not be?

The hunger leaving griefs in me, the thirst leaving a dryness behind
We have to abstain from the food, and take a time for our thoughts
Clear them up, and implement our Prophet's doings and sayings
He is the greatest example for the righteous deeds
May all of us refrain from the evil and rogue work
May all of us pay attention to their tongues and the words
May all of us repent, may God erase our sins

All of us hold the promise of fasting, from dawn to dusk
It begins from the end of the night
All along through the day light
As the sun waves, and sends a goodbye
We all hurry to our chairs, so we can enjoy the feeling of Iftar
May all who are in needs be helped, may all of them smile again
The night is here, the stars are shining
All we can hear is the sound that spoons are creating
As we finish, we hope we had reached our aim
The satisfaction from our one and only creator

There are other holy days coming, prepare yourself
Read the whole sacramental book, visit the beautiful mosque
Pray for forgiveness, call for help from Allah
Have faith sisters and brothers
Be believers and never let anyone take that from you
Don't forget who you are
Don't you ever dare forget who gave you life
On this beautiful earth
But, mainly don't over-enjoy in this world
Cause we have a reckoning end waiting for us

There is this gift at the end of this month,
When all the children jump up from joy
Well all dress beautifully and cleanly
We all eat that day, it's the the pretty day called Aid
The sweeties all on tables, cakes and cupcakes
Let us celebrate, for this lovely end


If it's not your religion, don't judge. I respect yours, you respect mine, we all end up fine.

Author's Note

I don't feel satisfied about this poem I just don't feel like I've put enough effort on writing it and making the beautiful rhymes and rhythm, however, there are some words in Arabic written so don't get confused! :)

Reviews

[Thomas Hudson]

I found this quite interesting, and beautiful at the same time.

Islam is truly a beautiful religion, and you have done a very fine job describing the holy features of the Ramadan.