By Sarosh Mohna Zaidi
A new wind blows the rise of a new moon
A new hope stirring in the heart too soon
And as the crescent appears in front of the eyes
The dark, sinful heart turns away and dies
The month of virtues comes upon us all
As the angels to men make their call
As the heart now firmly believes it too
The month of fasting has come anew
The heart at first denies such a worship
No motivation in mind, nothing at his lip
But then Allah (SWA) shows its rewards true
By speaking to whoever believes him through
“Verily every deed done by the man alive
Is for him alone to help him survive
Be it the survival of the life after birth
Or be it the survival of life after earth”
“But one deed he does is there only for Me
For its effect no other man could ever see
No man could tell if this deed is being done
No light could reveal, be it the light of Sun”
“This deed is fasting which the hearts require
The man in this state drops his own desire
He refrains from food because of My command
He does not drink, even with water in his hand”
Then Prophet (SAW) points out to the fasting one
“There are two moments for the deed being done
These pleasurable moments cannot be ignored
One is breaking fast and other is meeting The Lord”
“And to refrain from eating it creates a scent
That’s disliked by others for its low decent
But that scent in your mouth that comes till dusk
Is to Allah more dear than the scent of musk”
The believer now wonders for the rewards
Assuring of where he is moving towards
He sees the benefits but asks it still
For he wishes for more benefits to his will
To that Allah replies with words so true
To this not even the world can compare to
For a reward as great as this can only be
A reward every believer wishes to see
Allah says “The reward given for fasting.
Is reward that is beautiful and everlasting.
It’s a reward oft giving and always true.
Oh you who fast, I am its reward for you”
With a reward so great no one can resist
Thus the believer continues on to persist
And he keeps looking in search tonight
To see in the dark sky the crescent of white
And when the believer now sees up high
There he sees the crescent in the sky
Immediately he falls gracefully in prostrate
Ramadhan is here holding rewards so great
A new wind blows the rise of a new moon
A new hope stirring in the heart too soon
And as the crescent appears in front of the eyes
The dark, sinful heart turns away and dies
