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Oh Moon! You grace the sky with your crescent late,
In this moment, we mend our fates, anticipate. Your ascent, a symbol of sacred beginnings, Bringing news of treasures, spiritual winnings.
Was it a cascade of blessings we received?
Or a trove of treasures our hearts believed?
Was it a journey of worship we embarked upon? Or a time to heal, to reconcile what's gone?
From Suhoor to Iftaar, our days unfold,
Seeking to emanate virtues, not gold.
From darkness to light, our paths we chart, Remaking ourselves, a brand-new start.
Was it my longing for soul's purification?
Yes, Ramadan, the month of supplication.
Was it my heart's yearning for satisfaction?
To transcend evil, embrace goodness with dedication.
A pillar of Islam, fasting we undertake,
To purify soul and body, for His sake.
Obliged are we, believers, to cleanse within,
Beyond doubt, it's a journey of discipline.
Laila tul Qadr, a night divine,
Blessed Badr, a day to enshrine.
In Ramadan's embrace, peace we find,
A holy month, to elevate heart and mind.
A call to believers, echoing through time,
To heed the call, in every clime.
A call to purity, to cleanse our souls,
To vanquish darkness, achieve our goals.
Grateful, we bow to the Majesty above,
For Ramadan's grace, unending love.
Fasting, purifying, our souls aspire,
To extinguish sins, to reach higher.
to reach higher
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