How am I?
Poem by Habeeb Alli
In this another month of Ramadan
Working between hours while catching up sleep
Praying that the fast lasts until the adhan in slumber
Summer makes it feel harder
But images of millions thirsty
And The Fire with fury
Keeps my days going by without a thunder
Taraweeh in the masjid is such a miracle
All competing for the finale
While appeals for donations goes unheard
Except the trickle of generosity and that is well regarded
Iftars and dinners still a pleasure
Where diverse cuisine compete for our hunger
And speeches by redundant thoughts fail to satiate the younger
But where is the spirit in all this madness: for God’s answer?
Maybe it’s the unreasonableness of love
Where the lover and beloved awaits their encounter
While sacrificing everything to make it matter
So at end of today it’s meeting Him and not eating that makes me happier!
Ramadan should not be a month of curtailed desire
It should be a month of keeping promises
So everyday becomes Allah’s desire
And when we meet Him, we can say I kept fast only for Your pleasure!