Sahur Poem by Rasak Daramola

One night I heard a knock on my door
who can it be, I wasn't quite sure
I welcome the guest with almost delight
for I know it has come to to give me respite

Have you any clue who this visitor could be
'Ramadan' the month of mercy
Thou the righteous and the pious awaits its arrival
but some seems to neglect it, waves of denial

For Allah says we fast from dusk to dawn
for him our breath is the fragrance of musk
The Muslims who pray and fast with zest
Are aware of the rewards this month manifest

Throughout this month we weep and repent
now is the time to strongly lament
and those who shun this sacred month
on the day of reckoning will face the brunt

Eat and drink until the white thread
becomes dinstinct  from the black thread of the dawn. Then resume the fast till nightfall... '
A gift far from a doctor's boring pills

Better energy levels
Better metabolism, prevent hunger pangs and cravings, More stable blood sugar levels,
Behold thee! all who breath
wake from sleep to eat sahur
so that your days shall be smooth

in the last ten nights, hides the night of decree
Allah then awaits for his slave to plea
All angels defends to check on the steadfast and record every deeds...

A feeling of grief now fills my heart
as he would soon depart
all I ask for is no sadness of farewell when am gone
with the glorious month of Ramadan
hope to see them soon... journey to land of the angels

Morris ✍️
Stories from a village boy