Day 6 (Ramadan Poems): Saredo Hussein

Precious gifts of Ramadan

Last night was a tearful sight, as the beautiful moon was shining so bright

My brothers in Islam were the leading knights and my sisters on my rights

Spoken words,The Imam in recital,aw how vital and sacred it was

Aw how the ground has been shaken,

Aw how the sound of the prayer felt like a beautiful violin,

Aw how I felt it cleansing through my skin,The sins upon my wings couldn't no longer beheld in,

Aw there I stood in front of the finder with my case pleading in, Aw how Rak'ahs of Sunnat was floating in

Aw Allah you are the forbearing, Aw Allah you are the forgiving

I am the student, the slave in need of improving, and my heart bleeds as I am human and weak 

And so I shall rephrase my deeds often with fatigue nonexistent in my sleep

Allah the doer of good guide us through your solutions and restrain us from the bad laws

This I write to all the dwelling souls

Let us stand in unity, far away from the devils claw

As Ramadan stand in front of our doors

Lets pray to our lord and let the angels witness that we are slaves of Allah

The ones willingly kneeling towards the floor

  

Saredo Hussein

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Day 1 (Ramadan Poems): Saredo Hussein

                                       The Significance Of Ramadan

   

Quotation of The Allmighty reads

aaw human nine months of the year is yours

aaw how the claws of Satan bores through your host skin blood vessels and the blood pours

Darkness waging a war

aaw Mankind isn't that the real challenge to endure

Just like grown womb of nine month carrier,a mother

All creatures have a task to insure and the reason wich the lunar month of Ramadan steps through the door

Now the goal of fasting is to achieve certain goals,

It is to seek purity from the desires hidden in your heart and souls

It is the act of a Piety

The Forgiver and Hider of Faults

The Glorious and the taker of all

From all the time and months he has restored

Ramadan is the chosen of them all

Ten days of mercy

Ten days of Almighty treasured memories

Ten days of Purification

These days meant for purity

Ten days of our Purification From Hell Fire

The ultimate Prosperity

  

Saredo Hussein

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You

It is you who enlightened me,when I surrendered to the darkness 

It is your giving hand that suspended my sadness 

It is you who have embellished my life ,when it was nearly fading to dust 

It is you who have painted the upland i fasten on,when my strength couldn't uphold 

It is you who have elevated the river flood and dazzled the paddy field with the touch of the wind 

 Because of you harmony layed ahead and my pain healed by you purified touch 

Because of you the desert rose outgrown its pot and reached lengths beyond its roots. 

It is your scent I followed when i was lost in the forest 

It is your wings that kept me warm,when I reached your nest 

It is your feathers that I felt upon, when the coldness blinded me 

It is you who layed the rainbow on my path,when the midst drew me in to the waterfall 

It is you who sheltered me ,when I was soak en by the winter rainfall 

It is your thunder that kept away my fear 

And it is your heart that took away my tears 

Sareda Hussein

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Mamma Africa

Mamma Africa each time the sun hits on my toes, that is when my spirit swings around the scent of your sweet mangoes 

Mamma Africa when my forage turned gray headed and tribes pledged to behead, the articulation of my feelings felt like a tambourine shake in underground ears 

Every part of me felt undressed as my heritage became a monumental piece ones guarded 

Mamma Africa I remember how the wind swayed with my hair revealing my bead bones underneath 

I envisioned today the turquoise stones layered beside the sea and far beyond 

I saw the paintings of the tropical rain forest draining down in to the dust and then into the river 

I visualized the tears of the young ones were raindrops that felt upon them and would soon be dreaded

Where is the time when we stood up and proudly presented the line of our descent 

Why do we find ourselves in a crumbling oasis and our voice undetected 

Mamma Africa where are the lions that roared though our ears and drew the line of our pride territory 

Where are the pantheras,the survivors of our kingdom? 

Ohh Africa where we the ones that evolved the world? 

Was it not our senses that formed waves? 

Our thoughts that captured the future 

Mamma Africa you have been thrown 

Your territory missgrown 

Mamma Africa there you stand 

Penned down in bottomland 

Mamma Africa the Nile river still upholds it strength 

The thirsty lips of the Sahara Dessert still upholds it prisoners 

Mamma Africa Mount Kilimanjaro stands proudly on it highest peak and declares our diversity 

The Pharaohs still uphold it title, the historians of our nations

Mamma Africa, the horn of Africa stands proudly on its heels and will someday stand on the frontline for the world to see us shine

  

  

Sareda Hussein

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