Issue #034
In the tranquil hours before the break of dawn, lights begin flickering on in windows across the country. And though blinds and curtains remain closed, it doesn’t take long for signs of activity to be apparent even in the silent outdoors of residential streets. Aromatic scents of cooking waft in muted fulfilment as bodies are prepared for the hours of fasting that are to come. Anyone passing by may discern spices such as cardamom and cinnamon or the whir of a smoothie blender. But, wait a moment, and those who are especially perceptive may hear that soulful sound that embraces homes every time the moon waxes anew on this month: a melodic voice carrying the Qur’an’s words.
Beads entwined between fingers,
Each a prayer, each a balm,
each a word between our Lord and I.
Ahlan wa sahlan, ya sawm—
Month of mercy walks with us,
Siphoning sins from slumped shoulders,
Garlanding those outstretched palms,
Unburdening souls filled with harm.
Prayer mat laid beneath knees,
Forehead on ground in humility,
Fasbir sabran jameela.
Uncertain, besieged, you’ve waited.
I’ll meet with you, Ramadan.
We’ll meet with you—all penitent
plenty of us. Palms outstretched, lips wet
with adhkar. We’ve met with you
gladly, O Ramadan.
I hope everyone observing has a wonderful Ramaḍân. I’m personally looking forward to connecting with the Qur'an and reflecting over its beauty and words.
Ramaḍân Mubarak!
