Make it count 

It’s almost last ten days of Ramadan.

You look around and take a deep sigh,

Is it so late, you ask?

You meant to read more,

To be kind more, to give more,

To pray more, to seek more,

Here you are though, standing still,

Pondering on those young souls,

Who day in and day out,

Feed the fasting at the tent.

Pause now, say after me:

‎ اللهم إنك عفو تحب العفو فاعف عني

O Allah You are The One Who pardons greatly, and loves to pardon, so pardon me.

You get up, you try, you reflect,

On the young people of Surah al Kahf:

‎نَحْنُ نَقُصُّ عَلَيْكَ نَبَأَهُمْ بِالْحَقِّ ۚ إِنَّهُمْ فِتْيَةٌ آمَنُوا بِرَبِّهِمْ وَزِدْنَاهُمْ هُدًى

Truly! They were young men who believed in their Lord, and We increased them in guidance.” Al-Kahf, 18: 13.

I can do this, you say so out loud.

That the depth of your nafs,

Pour out tears of repentance,

For its almost the last

Ten days of Ramadan,

And there you sense it

The peace and sense of solitude.


About Samra

Poet and fundraiser for humanitarian causes. Lives in London
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