You're well into This month to give You fell into This well to live Another chance To give your best Give your thirst Give your hunger Give your each desire Give your hours Give your nights In that sweet tilaawah Give your wealth Give it well Give it till your giving Seems like madness In the air To all creatures living Give your kindness Send a flood Into grieving others Give your patience Not a word Spent dividing brothers If your giving Makes good sense Give some more Until It doesn’t No rhyme or reason It’s Ramadan
Ramadan Archives
Farewell Dear Ramadan
Sharing this moving verse by Umar Shakur. It really spoke to my heart.
Farewell dear Ramadan
The month of fasting and Qur’an
Hearts in hope of acceptance
Turning ever to Him in repentance
And though the world burns with ire
We seek relief in He Who does not tire
Noor is born of istiqama
Dispelling darkness of human drama
The month of fasting and Qur’an
A lifetime of worship in thirty days
This is the miracle of our Ramadan
Eid we celebrate, yet alas, our world ablaze
In a world lit with ire
We seek Prophetic courage
To stand firm in the heat of fire
Be unyielding to injustice, his message
He who follows with constancy
Will find light against any exigency
9-30-1442
The guest has left, the void returns again
The fire of this longing burns again
9-28-1442
My weak efforts to praise You are
Like pebbles in the sea
They hardly make a ripple where
They fall
To generate a tidal wave
Of generosity
My Lord when you’re responding to
My call
9-27-1442
You are waiting to forgive
Ya Ghaffār
You are waiting to give
Ya Wahhāb
You are waiting
Ya Sabūr
You are
Ya Hayy
You
Ya Allah
9-26-1442
Let my heart beat with tawhīd
Until my veins pulse with tawhīd
Make my soul by Your Word
The blazing fire repulse with tawhīd
9-25-1442
Lord let me not fall into the abyss
Of self-aggrandizing ignorances
9-24-1442
My hands, they do my bidding
And my tongue says what I will
But the day will come
When my hands and tongue
Will have me standing still
Oh that shame of standing trial
Will it be too late to pray
Allah spare me please
Allah grant me ease
Let Your Rahmah save the day
9-23-1442
Your Habīb is my guide
Your Nūr lights his way
That I may abide
Nūr upon nūr
9-22-1442
Let me not win destruction
By straying from the path
Let me not dress my blessing wounds
With medicated wrath