Ramadan Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

It was an epic test that the Almighty,
Wanted Ibrahim to pass duly,
Ah! he didn't have to sacrifice Ismail,
As Allah sent a goat for Ibrahim to kill.

What we now call Ramadan,
Had its root just then,
The very moment when kindness,
And loyalty were fused in every sense.

A month of fasting the Muslims are blessed with,
Upholding the solid faith,
In Him and feeling the same pain,
The poor find themselves in.

What a month it is!
Full of prayer, sacrifice and bliss,
How splendid and humane,
During iftar all come closer to the same plain!

Allah, glory ever be with You,
Letting us go through,
Fasting that makes us cleanse our souls,
And protect from the evil of all sorts.