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The Flame
From darkness to light comes the penitent soul,
Sometimes freely, sometimes with pain,
In the end all are with the God,
To pursue this end is never in vain.
Look inside your heart you’ll find a bright flame,
Recall to mind Moses when he looked for a spark
He found a burning bush which was never consumed
Its light drove away the darkness, it was knowledge of heart.
Ramadan is a month, in which we like the bush
Become dry and withered and become sometimes aflame
With the love of Allah and his Muhammad beloved
Return unto God, again and again.
Recall Abraham when he the idols smashed,
He too, like the burning bush was set afire,
Reposing in Allah, he remained in midst of cool breeze,
While the insane masses burned the pyre.
Have patience, dear friends and repose in the Truth
Even though in Ramadan we become withered and dry
God is with us, watching, protecting
By the flames, his friends He’ll never destroy.
-Ahmed Hussain
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