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Ramadan
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It was an epic test that the Almighty,
Wanted Ibrahim to pass duly,
Ah! he didn’t have to sacrifice Ismail,
As Allah sent a goat for Ibrahim to kill.
What we call Ramadan at this instant,
Had its root just at that moment,
The very minute when benevolence,
And loyalty were fused in every sense.
A month of fasting the Muslims are blessed finally,
With upholding the solid loyalty,
In Him and feeling the same pain,
The poor find themselves in time and again.
What a month it is!
Full of prayer, sacrifice and bliss,
How splendid and humane,
During iftar all come to the same plain!
Allah, glory ever be with You,
Letting us go through,
Fasting that makes us purge our souls,
And protect from the evil directing towards the goals.
