Ramadan Archives

Let me be still and silent
So my words do not drown
The sweet and subtle tones
Of your Rahmah coming down

If anger is the avenue
I take for sunset walks
Then squeeze my rigid heart to free
The water from the rocks

How could we ever be complete
Until we’re back
In that abode we started from

The doors of heaven never creak
To keep a soul away
From Whom it parted from

May the stench of my sins
Be dispelled
By a fragrant desire
For Your Rahmah, Maghfirah
And deliverance from the fire

The most beautiful distraction
And the most deplorable
All blend into one when compared
With the sweet ikhlās
Of Your remembrance

Master of wind and cloud and rain
And their musical refrain:
May the wind not blow my roof
May the cloud not linger long
May the rain not flood my home
May no music mute my song

I cannot know how many souls I’ve hurt
By words of anger, wit or humor wry
Or through a wretched grimace or a smirk
Or even through a shrug or meaning sigh

Repair those broken hearts beyond repair
In ways that only You can, Ya Rahman
And let myself be fashioned as a stair
For such of Your ‘ibaad to step upon

And into their abode with me in tow
With hope to follow where their footsteps go

Let injuries make me strong
And insults cleanse my ego
Till Your Praise becomes my song
And my company is Regal

The men with Talūt showed us what
Submission is about
You only need one little sip
To put the fire out

One little sip to have you throw
One little stone to slay the foe