“O Allah, let this moon month pass over us with blessings, Imaan, safety, and Islam. (O moon) My Lord and Your Lord is Allah”.
The day started off with that jittery feeling of a special event approaching fast. I spent a few hours preparing and freezing perishable finger foods by the dozen; all the while hoping that it will pay off. There’s nothing worse than spending your whole day in the kitchen while fasting! After a quick dinner hastily put together by my younger sister, we began preparing for Taraweeh; couldn’t wait!
The masjid we go to is a few minutes away from home by car. Although not very large, the masjid accommodates many of the neighborhood residents. It is separated into two divisions. The womens’ prayer area is right behind the mens’, and is divided into two floors. The ground floor is reserved for ladies with children. Ten minutes before the call to prayer, I climbed the stairs up to the ladies’ prayer area of the masjid. I prayed Tahiyyat Al-Masjid and waited. Upstairs, a tinted glass window gives us view to the men’s side, so we can look without being seen. I got a spot in the front row and took a peak in the men’s Musallah. It was larger and more beautiful. The rows were divided by bookshelves lined with Mushafs. Rows and rows of men waiting for the prayer. It was an incredibly breath-taking sight! There’s nothing comparable to the sight of diligent worshippers waiting for Salah, humble, humiliated and in need of mercy.
The Muezzin called the Iqamah; his melodious voice resonating and bouncing back from the walls of the Masjid. My breath caught, and a single thought echoed in my head, making my heart pound and my eyes well with tears: I need a Ramadan. A Ramadan that will shake me; wake me; and teach me. Allahu Akbar; Allahu Akbar, La Ilaha Illa Allah…
(يَا أَيُّهَا الْإِنسَانُ مَا غَرَّكَ بِرَبِّكَ الْكَرِيمِ) (الَّذِي خَلَقَكَ فَسَوَّاكَ فَعَدَلَكَ)
(فِي أَيِّ صُورَةٍ مَّا شَاءَ رَكَّبَكَ)
“O man! What has made you careless about your Lord, the Karim? Who created you, fashioned you perfectly, and gave you proportion. In whatever form He willed, He put you together.” Surah Al Infitaar
An overwhelming feeling of gratitude sent waves of emotion through me, Alhamdulilah for Ramadan. Alhamdulilah for another chance. There I stood by Allah’s Grace; my sinful, careless soul, beseeching His ever-lasting, infinite mercy and protection. More merciful to me than my own mother!
O you whose soul has been tainted! The month of purification is here. O you who has lost much! The month of fruitful trade is here. O you who has despaired, and whose heart is bolted and shackled! Ramadan is here to free you and bring you back! O you who has been absent from the Gardens of Paradise, and who had been turning away from the calls to success, come back to your Lord, repenting, begging and pleading. Believe in His promises and be wary of losing hope:
ادْعُونِي أَسْتَجِبْ لَكُمْ
“Call upon Me; I will respond to you.” Surah Ghafir, verse 60
قُلْ يَا عِبَادِيَ الَّذِينَ أَسْرَفُوا عَلَىٰ أَنفُسِهِمْ لَا تَقْنَطُوا مِن رَّحْمَةِ اللَّهِ ۚ إِنَّ اللَّهَ يَغْفِرُ الذُّنُوبَ جَمِيعًا ۚ إِنَّهُ هُوَ الْغَفُورُ الرَّحِيمُ
Say, “O My servants who have transgressed against themselves by sinning, do not despair of the mercy of Allah. Indeed, Allah forgives all sins. Indeed, it is He who is the Forgiving, the Merciful.” Surah Al Zumar, verse 39
امنع جفونك أن تذوق منامًا
وذر الدموع على الخدود سجامًا
واعلم بأنك ميت ومحاسب
يا من على سخط الجليل أقامًا
لله قوم أخلصوا في حبه
فرضي بهم واختصهم خدامًا
قوم إذا جن الظلام عليهم
باتوا هنالك سجدًا وقيامًا
خمص البطون من التعفف ضمرًا
لا يعرفون سوى الحلال طعامًا
تقر أعينهم بما أخفى لهم و سيسمعون من الجليل سلامًا
Prevent your eyelids from taking pleasure in sleep,
And let the tears flow on you cheeks,
Know that you will die and be brought to account,
O you who has lived in the wrath of Al-Jaleel!
Allah has people who have been sincere in there love for him,
So He was pleased with them and chose them as servants.
People who, when the night came over them, spent it in prostration and standing in Qiyam
Their stomachs are empty because of abstinence
And they know nothing other than Halal as provisions.
Their eyes are comforted by (the hope of reward) which is hidden from them,
And they shall hear from Al-Jaleel greeting of peace!
– The Sahara Bloggers (Umm Saifullah)
– The poem is from Shaikh Ibrahim ibn ‘Ubayd Abdul Muhsin’s book ‘Uqood Al-Lu’lu Wal Marjan Fee Fadhl Shahr Ramadan
-I roughly translated the poem, any corrections would be highly appreciated!