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THE MONTH OF MONTHS
My heart sings with joy
The month of months has arrived
For many have yearned for it
But not all have survived
Such euphoria I get
When the warm air of my lungs
Caress my dry lips in supplication
As I pray the taraweh
In this miraculous month
Even the crooked find their way
Rich or poor no eating in the day
What a precious month I say
In it the night of nights
The night to better a thousand months
A night peaceful in nature
In it Quran descended to the greatest teacher
In it mosques fill to the brim
And everyone seems to be in the same team
We share, we care
Satan is chained he can only stare…
