I’m sitting in the masjid, back against the wall,
Watching the commotion in the masjid hall.
The last moments of Ramadhan, but no one really cares,
All texting on their Iphones, lost in their worldly affairs.
Its hard to stop the flood of tears, rolling down my face,
Hard to understand the chaos, the smiles that fill this place.
Oh Month of Mercy Ramadhan, its so hard to say goodbye,
While others look forward to eid, all I want to do is cry.
Those nights of worship, reading qur’an, breaking fast together,
As they slip through my shaking hands, who knows if they’ve gone forever!
You ask me why I’m crying, I’d tell you if I could,
But the last moments of Ramadhan are for the most part, misunderstood.
I reflect upon my fasting; I know I found it tough,
Did I give up prayer for sleeping, did I really do enough?
I hang my head in shame, when I think of what I’ve done,
My good deeds are so few, Ramzan was over, before it had begun.
I’m sitting in the masjid, my back against the wall,
The Universe around me heedless, deafened to my call.
I raise my hands in dua, Oh Allah I beg of you,
To forgive me for the sinful things, the wrong I always do!
Oh Allah, Overlook the sin, accept any good you see;
Oh Allah I ask only for your mercy, that you might shower forgiveness upon me.
The last moments of Ramadhan, I’m so sad to see them go:
My heart is heavy, head lowered, tears not failing to flow.
The masjid is so busy, so many gathered here;
Lost in talk of eid clothes letting the blessed month disappear.
Oh Allah, For the good we did, and all that we forgot;
I pray that you accept us, for what we are and what we’re not.
Purify and change us, I beg you from the heart;
Let this month not be forgotten, but be a chance for a new start.
For the good that I’ve accomplished, let it carry on;
Let my iman not grow weak and fail when this month has past and gone.
As the masjid fills up further, the group rush for the food,
Oh Allah try to make them see, speak to them if you could.
Let them not forget Ramadhan, the opportunity they had,
I know its eid tomorrow, but I can’t help feeling sad.
For Ramadhan is jannah, sent down upon the earth;
A month without the shaytan, the chance for a rebirth.
Now the month is over, its so hard to go on,
But its up to us to strive forward, if we want to reach that throne.
I’m sitting in the masjid, just before the Last adhan;
And I’m remembering a hadaith, read it if you can.
It talks about dua in these last moments of the fast,
And says that if their good for you, they will indeed come true at last.
SO as I sit here in the masjid, I beg you with a tear;
Let this not be my last Ramzan, let me fast again next year.
Keep me strong in the months ahead, ever in your way,
So that I get closer to Ramadhan, through my serving every day.
I sit here in the masjid, and warn you every one;
Ramadhan might be over, but the real test’s just begun!