Ramadan is coming...

Ramadan is my favourite time of the year and it holds a special place in my heart for the effect it has had on me. Earlier this evening, whilst coming back on the train and surrounded by people who had been out painting the town red, I imagined I was talking to a younger, more foolish and arrogant version of myself. I wanted to help him find his way out of the maze he had wandered into, but the problem was that he didn't even know it was a maze. For this man, any sign of affection was a sign of weakness. I wrote that fool a poem for Ramadan, hoping perhaps it would have softened his stone heart. Even a stone splits apart with water.

كنت بالأمس من أكثر المحبين للأنس و السمرِ
فما من محفلٍ و لا مرقصٍ الا و انا لاهٍ فيه بالسهرِ

و كم من ظبيةٍ حسناءُ كنت لها كالسبعِ الجائع
فما شبعت و ما ارتويت و ما كان في القلب من ساكنِ

فوالله اني لا أقول ما أقول من فخرٍ و لا تكبرِ
ان الفجار و الفساق هم أهل الفخر بالغلطِ

أخوك أنا, فاسمعني و اتعظ لمجربِ
ذاق ما ذاق و لم ينل الا السقمِ

فصوم شهرٍ و افطارٌ على الثمر و اللبنِ
أراحت القلب و طهرت البدنِ

و بسطت للنور أن يقذف في الصدرِ
فمسحت الذنوب و زال كل الصدئِ

فاتعظ يا محب الدنيا و تذكر نعمة الرحمنِ
و الا أنسيت نفسك و نسيك رب العبادِ