When Ramadan Draws Near Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Behold Ramadan approaches,
like a sacred whisper carried
on the breath of the unseen.
The heavens seem to soften,
and the moon ascends in quiet dignity,
as though clothed in Divine light.
to announce the arrival
of the Month of Mercy.
O hearts, awaken.
For a guest unlike any other
stands at the threshold of time
a month in which the gates of Jannah are opened,
the chains of darkness are broken,
and the verses of the Qur'an descend
like light upon light.
Ramadan draws near
not as a season of hunger alone,
but as a covenant renewed
between the servant and His Lord.
In its dawns, there is forgiveness.
In its nights, there is nearness.
In its silence, there is remembrance.
In its tears, there is purification.
Blessed is the soul
that bows in sujood
while the world sleeps,
whispering du‘ā'
beneath a sky that listens.
Blessed are the lips
that tremble with dhikr,
the hands that rise in charity,
the eyes that weep
from awe of the Most Merciful.
O Ramadan
lantern of the believers,
garden of the repentant,
school of patience,
river of divine grace
Enter our homes with peace.
Enter our hearts with light.
Wash away our heedlessness
as rain washes dust from the earth.
Grant us to witness your days,
to stand in your nights,
to taste the sweetness of faith
and the closeness of Allah.
And when you depart,
leave upon our souls
a fragrance of taqwa
that lingers
until we meet you again.