A poem for Ramadan
Ya Ramadan!,
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind
A blessed month is casting its shadow upon us
A night of this month is better than a thousand months
Bear with patience for the sake of Ar-Rahman
It's a continuous training to strengthen our Imaan.
Glory be to Allah who sent Ramadan as a mercy to mankind
Its a purification of our soul, our heart, and our mind
With the most sincere devotion and love we fast
To be cleansed and free from sins of the past
Glorified is He, who choseth this holy month,
To test our sabr and fill our hearts with warmth
Of his Divine Light, His blessings shall glow,
The Seer of the unseen, all He does know
Ya Allah! For thee, let my breath be more pleasant than musk
Ya Allah! For thee, let me be thankful when day turns to dusk
My thoughts and heart are purified, my eyes truly see'
This blessed month, the month of spiritual rhapsody!
Ya Allah! For thee, my life I shall live!
Ya Allah! For thee, my soul I shall give!
In the name of Allah, the most Merciful, the most Kind,
Praise be to Allah, who sent Ramadan as a gift to mankind
I wish everyone a happy and blessed Ramadan.
Peace .....
Selamat berpuasa to you and your family too Ena, dan my doa for Pak Samad...
ReplyDeletePuteri
beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteYa Allah! for thee, my soul i shall give!
selamat menyambut Ramadan to you too, kak Ena.
A difficult Ramadhan for you, Ena. I hope your dad is not in too much pain. It was sad to see him last night.
ReplyDeleteRamadan 1429
ReplyDeleteSalam
Selamat meraikan Ramadan. Saya juga doakan yang terbaik untuk 'Bapak'.
Ramli AR
your father is dying and you're still as arrogant as before.
ReplyDeleteMay this Ramadhan bring countless blessings to you and your family. Take care and semoga sentiasa di bawah naungan dan rahmatNya.
ReplyDeleteShalom! Peace be with you.
ReplyDeleteI am a Christian but I feel the prayer you quoted is universal. May by the prayers during this Holy month lead to greater unity among all Malaysians who truly love this blessed land of ours.
a very nice poem indeed
ReplyDeleteDear Kak Nuraina and family,
ReplyDeleteHappy Ramadan to all of you.
My family and I send our love and prayers to Pak Samad.
May he, as always, be strong in battle, and so may you in this month of holiness and self-reflection.
God bless.
Dennis Chua and family.
PEACE be upon all mankinds :
ReplyDeletemuslims & non muslims juga, ok !!
Salam Kak Aina,
ReplyDeleteMay it be a beautiful and enlightening Ramadhan for you and your family this year. I'm including Pak Samad's recovery in my doa's this Ramadhan, and I'm sure I am joined by so many others who have worked with him, no matter how brief.
Will your family allow visitors? I completely understand if this is not possible.
Do take care, Kak Aina. My thoughts and prayers are with you during these trying times.
Selamat Berpuasa Nuraina & family.
ReplyDeleteHi, aina! happy to see you on tv at 8 news : in blue shaking hands with pm who visited your dad.
ReplyDeleteGODBLESS to your dear dad for swifty healing, amen !!
Peace to you too Nuraina.
ReplyDeleteAnd Selamat Berpuasa to you and all Muslim Malaysians.
Salam Kak Ena,
ReplyDeleteMay you find peace & blessings in this Ramadhan al Mubarak.
May Allah ease the pain for your beloved bapak.
U take care sis!
Selamat Berpuasa...
ReplyDeleteMay Pak Samad be well...
hello anonymous 7:11AM
ReplyDeleteWhat's your problem?
In what way has Nuraina shown her arrogance?
You're a coward, anon!!
To Nuraina,
akak ucapkan selamat menyambut bulan ramadan yang mulia ini.
My prayers for your dad and family.
Be strong and have faith in Him.
Kak Ena, Ramadhan Mubarak to u and family. Hope your dad's condition gets better. Ignore tht evil 1st anon comment.
ReplyDeleteDear Nuraina,
ReplyDeleteI have been an infrequent visitor to your blog, though I have never left any comments. I was born at a house 205 Jalan Eunos, Singapore 14, which is located at the junction between Jalan Eunos and Jalan Sudin. We moved back to Kuala Lumpur when my father Hussin Ghani left his job at Radio Malaya in 1962. He is now approaching 90 years old and bed-ridden. He remembers Pak Samad well, and asked me to convey his salam through you and hope Pak Samad will recover soon.
Selamat berpuasa to you and family.
Azhar Hussin
RAmadhan mubarak
ReplyDeleteAh... lovely poem by Noor Syed.
ReplyDeleteMay Allah's Mercy and Care be upon your father.
may the ' mighty living & true universal GOD ' have merceies,grace
ReplyDelete& love for all mankinds : muslims
& non muslims SO THAT peace be upon
all of us, amen !!
To Anonymous @ 7:11 AM,
ReplyDeleteDude, where's your compassion?
For your info, the person whom you called arrogant is my mother, you heartless unsavory little runt!
And why couldn't you just reveal your identity?; Well, because you're a frigging coward, that's why! What's your problem anyway? Kalau nak carik pasal, why not face to face. Bet you're too chicken to do so too. Frankly, with the remark you made, I can conclude that you're insecure and rather a jealous person... Oh, you're so damn jealous of the fact that my mom is smart and you're dumb. Am I right? Hell yeah! I'm very sure anyone who's read what you wrote would agree with me and thinks you're a moron.
So why don't you just bugger off! And go play with your mama, or daddy or both... you low life A-hole!!!
Mashallah!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and Ramadan Mubarak to you as well.
Desert Rose
ReplyDeleteI began my journey the day I was born.
My name told my destiny.
Yet, it remained hidden for me to discover.
I traveled a long time to get to this moment.
So many cactuses I stumbled over in the dark.
No star lighted my path-- I was not yet awake.
Naivety guided me into sandstorms that made wounds in my soul.
Ignorance blinded me as the cactus' thorns scratched me.
However, these wounds propelled me forward and kept me on
a certain path.
One day, when I looked ahead, I saw an oasis.
A mirage, I thought, so I slowly walked towards it-- expecting
to be fooled again.
When I reached the mirage, I found a rose.
I touched it and found it was no dream.
Entranced by this rose, I placed it in the vase of my heart.
As it took root, it became a part of me.
My blindness lifted, for I could see the true Light.
Faith rested in my heart.
My desert rose led me to this destiny.
When I stray-- its paper thorns remind me to come back to
the straight path.
Each day it continues growing, it strengthens my heart and
my soul.
I water it with my prayers, my charity, my fasting.
This rose is here to stay--
It guides me to an eternal Garden.
My thoughts, my goals, my actions are preparing my place in
that Garden.
That is where I will rest my roots--
As long as this rose remains in my heart.
Poetry by Lena Winfrey Seder
Du'a for your father from me... Nuraina