Ramadan Archives

To find yourself
The Night of Power
Lose yourself within it

Recite to make
The darkest hour
Tick another minute

The lost may chance to win it
The lost may chance to win it

Taufīq is when you do not say,
“I did,” but rather shy away
From shame that what you think you did
Was guided by the Hand that’s hid.

It’s given by a Will Divine
To where the Giver’s Nur may shine
And it’s a given that what’s given
May be taken by design.

So say no words of shirk concealed
But seek abasement for your soul
And if you get it, know you’ve failed
If you think you were in control.

It was upon the seventeenth
Some would say long ago
Was only meant to be a simple
Raid, and nothing more

Three hundred and a few
All gathered by the well
Unknowing of a cavalry
Of angels come to help

Listen to the sweet qiraa’ah
Let it fall like rain
On a parched and dusty heart
Washing off the stain
Left by senses waywardly
Till no specks remain
Listen to the sweet qiraa’ah
Let it fall like rain

Every alif is a sword:
Cut into my pride
Shatter what I horde.

There’s a scythe in each lām:
Harvest all my fields
Watered by qiyām.

Every mīm is a cane:
Remind me of his name
And help me rise again.

Beg forgiveness, seek assistance
Every way you can
Give yourself without resistance
Make yourself a plan
For beyond the time and distance
Of a mortal span

My heart is full, like the moon,
With a song of forgiveness, its tune
Is sweet as this night
Lit by Words of delight

Both my heart
And the moon
Shall wane
Soon

One drop of Nūr upon this night
Is all my heart desires
One night of worship in this month
Is all a slave requires
So set my ears to hear Your Word
Allow my self to listen
Expand my heart with all I’ve heard
And let me take all this in

Maghfirah fragrance in the air
As Yusuf’s story fills
Our ears with hope that slays despair
Embrace what Allah wills
And shun the most alluring snare

Like ants that slog each summer day
Despite the rain and sun of May
To gather food to last them through
The year
Grant us so we may fast away
Our sins as we stand nights and pray
To gather Nūr to last us through
The year