The new moon has been sighted
Shaaban is over
Ramadhan has begun
And I’m so excited
I wake up for suhoor
And see the feast
But unable to eat much
Because images flash in front of me
About those who are poor
And will have nothing but water and a piece of bread
If they are lucky
As I begin my fast
I see images of my ummah being blasted
By the dastardly and cowardly
From five thousand feet high
Who don’t care who they hit, kill and maim
Even during Ramadhan
I read the Quran
And struggle after a few pages
My eyes turn bleary
Concentration wanes
And I think about my brothers
Resisting injustice
In far away lands
And I shed a few tears
Iftar time
And my favourite delicacies are missing
I start complaining
I fail to see the blessing
For that which I have
And always crave for more
I stand for terrawaih
My feet ache
I count the rakahs
Wishing the Imam would hurry
But my brothers in lands far away
Have no choice
But to stand and protect
The Ummah’s dignity
From the marauding crusaders
Eid is nigh
I buy new clothes
And shops are busy
In the hustle and bustle
I think of the widows and orphans
Struggling to make do
Wearing rags and just surviving
Sometimes begging and prostituting
My days are carefree
Without worry
Or stress
While the majority of the Ummah
Suffer and live in poverty
So ungrateful
Disrespectful
For all that Allah has blessed me with
Maybe if Allah swapped me
With those who have little
Then I would contemplate
And appreciate
The mercy of Allah
Towards me and family
But those in hardship
Appreciate the little
And not belittle
What they have
And thank Allah
For the things we take for granted
Especially the Quran
Turning to it constantly
For inspiration
And Motivation
As they struggle on a daily basis
To Make Allah’s word high
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