Every year a visitor comes among us silently
laden with copious Bliss and profuse Mercy
bringing us tears of Fear and Hope
Though he announces that he has unlimited gifts and presents in store for us
that will last both of our lives
but he hides them under the tree of our beings for us to discover
and impels us to start on the spree of "Treasure Hunt"
So we toil, and till the grounds of our existences,
indulge in physical and mental purging of our selves
cry tears of 'Fear and Hope'
Abstain from the worldly desires that make us fall to the ground
Spending each moment of our lives for the pleasure of Someone Up Above
And soon enough, we begin to sense the new aura exuding from our beings
a new light emanating from our hearts
and a new mission taking shape in our minds
We encounter a self which is free from the "Self"
a fertile heart from which gushes forth the fast growing tree of our Iman
a rejuvenated soul which is impregnated with the seeds of 'Fear and Hope'
But just when we are beginning to bathe in the glory of our rejuvenation
our visitor packs up his things and leaves as silently as he had come,
this time leaving us in tears of gloom and desolation,
Our frivolous hearts skip a beat and stop pumping for a second
Who knows if we will get to see him next year?
Who knows if we will be agile enough to go on the Treasure Hunt?
Who knows if we will be able to fast during the day and pray during the night?
But then suddenly a consolation seeps in.
It is fine if we cannot see him next year…
We will just spend each day and every night of our remaining lives
hunting for the Pleasure and the Treasure
toiling relentlessly to gain the Favor of Someone Up Above
digging the earths of our beings and selves
While hoping that we get to see Ramadan once again...
Mashallah an excellent reminder.
The treasure hunt is just about over people. Only nine days left.on November 4, 2004 1:20 PM
Assalamualaikum wa rahmatullaah o people of hidaya
I would like to wish all of you (however late it may be) a Ramadhan Mubarak.
Jazakillaahu khairan sister for your article... your writing never ceases to imprss me.
May Allaah bless you guys with more and more columns such as this one to help all of you as well as your readers increase in Iman.
jazakumullaahu khairan for your excellent efforts
But sister, Muslims dont believe in Christmas trees.on November 4, 2004 10:50 PM
kidding, mashaAllah it was an amazing poem as always...on November 4, 2004 10:51 PM
MashaAllah.. what a comeback.
I was worried the Friend at the End of the Pen was running out of ink, alhamdulillah I was wrong.on November 5, 2004 12:16 AM
mashallah - so many poems on Ramadan - one might think that Hidaya could publish a poetry anthology on the subject.on November 5, 2004 12:38 AM
Hunger seems to be the doorway to poetic genius.
...hmm, makes me wonder if its possible for a true artist to be anything but starving...on November 5, 2004 12:46 AM
As Salaamu Alaikum
Mashallah great poem sister..7 days in counting till our visitor has to go...
Was Salaamon November 6, 2004 4:01 PM
Masha'Allah! You got my dua's what more can i say? ;)on November 8, 2004 1:31 AM