For 30 days and 30 nights, my body speaks a language of self restraint.
My stomach mutes it's screams
and my head ignores it's aches
My tongue disregards it's heaviy dehydration.
All that is carnal in me yearns to be set free
but as He promised to shackle man's enemy
I will imprison my nafs
and hold my tongue
and force my stomach to bear hunger gladly
For when I do this for Him.
He does so much more for me
Setting a place in His gardens where the righteous will be.
I bear all this not with reservations
but welcome Ramadan gladly.
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