Fasting Poem by Freeyad Ibrahim

by Freeyad Ibrahim

Ramadan is a holy month
But it is a hunger month more
It is liked, but it is disliked more.

Hungry is like nails,
in your bowels bore.

Suhur, midnight eating
is much happier than midday hours
where you all sorts of joy
and pleasure must ignore.

Do talk to the fasting person
after Iftar-eating, not before.

Don't come near a fasting one
One or two hours before breaking fast
Angry from hunger
All blood rises high to the brain,
leaving the stomach empty in sore

He turns then into a gunpowder keg
Ready to be exploded
Stay far away
if you want to avoid war

FRYAD HUGO