Oh Ramadan...

Oh Ramadan, your days went by so fast,  

And most of them have already passed. 

Your time has almost come to an end,  

I can only hope my days fasting were well spent.  

Oh Ramadan, I am not ready to say goodbye,  

I want to cling to your presence as these last hours are passing me by,  

Because there is definitely a fear,  

That this time around next year, maybe... I won`t be here? 

Oh Ramadan, I don`t want you to leave.  

There are still so many good deeds left for me to achieve,  

And after your blessed presence has gone,  

There is still so much work left to be done.  

Oh Ramadan, promise next year we will meet? 

I will do my best! Will do more good deeds! 

Maybe next time I will take head,  

And stop my wrongdoings that I seem bound to repeat. 

Oh Ramadan, you will be missed, again and again,  

As it feels like I am seeing off a dear friend... 

But before you step out of the door,  

I`ld like to ask you for something, just one thing more... 

Oh Ramadan, intercede for me on that Final Day.  

With the days I fasted and the nights I prayed.  

So out of His Mercy I can be forgiven,  

So out of His Mercy I can be saved...  

They remain (Poem)

When you travel as much as I do and everything in your life: people, places, climate, etc. changes all the time, after a while you yearn desperately for some stability. You start looking for those little things that give you some sense of security. These things, in the middle of the chaos and the constant changes, still remain. Some of those things for me are the singing of the birds, the smell of grass and... The stars. Wherever I go: the birds still sing the same songs, the grass still smells the same way and when I look up to the sky on a starry night I see the same constellations as I used to back home. Those little things give me comfort when I tend to get overwhelmed by the speed of which everything around me keeps changing. 

They remain...

No matter where you are,

On a mountain top or amidst the desert sand,

You will see the stars,

When you’re traveling across the land.

Wherever you go those stars are the same,

High up in the sky like a flickering flame,

Such hope they contain,

            ‘Cause they do remain.            

No matter how lonely you might think you are,

Look up to the sky,

And when you see the stars,

Remember they don’t say goodbye.

Whatever you feel, those stars are the same,

High up in the sky like a flickering flame,

Such hope they contain,

‘Cause they do remain.

They do remain…

The Race of Life (Poem)

Originally written on the 14th of July 2013.

Money, wealth, praise and fame,

These seem to be our goals in life,

But eventually we will regret who we became,

If there’s nothing else towards which we want to strive.

*°*

Know that we weren’t put here in vain,

God created this world as a test,

It’s nothing more than a game,

To see whose deeds are best.

*°*

So let’s run as hard as we can in this race,

Let us not drop behind,

Or even slacken our pace,

And let us always keep in mind…

*°*

That no one is bound to stay

And we can leave this life any time,

No one is promised another day,

Or knows when he’ll see the finish line.

*°*

So train yourself with fear and belief, 

And never stop running, my friend,

So on that day when most of mankind is stricken with loss and grief,

You’ll be the first to reach the end…

(Un)Covered (Poem)

This is a message to everyone out there,

Who wants to know,

Why I choose to cover my hair,

And why I don’t just *go with the flow*.

Firstly, I would like to explain,

That I’m not forced to dress this way,

And my father or husband isn’t to blame,

In this matter, they really don’t have a say.

So let me make this clear right from the start,

Observing *hijaab* is a spiritual choice,

Taken with the mind and with the heart,

And not so much to *hide* from the boys.

‘Cause in our society today,

Where women need to be sexy all the time,

And our bodies are put on display,

Covering your body does seem like a crime.

But don’t missunderstand our modest dress,

Our religion doesn’t teach us to hide,

For it’s not the men, but God we want to impress,

As we cover up when we walk outside.

Our beauty isn’t for everyone to see,

Only for those lucky few,

And that is in fact a liberating idea,

That stresses a woman’s real value.

So don’t you think that I am oppressed,

When you see the scarf on my head,

Or the fashion in which I’m dressed,

It’s only by the media that you are misled…

Embrace the fall (Poem)

Don’t try to stand,

When life knocks you down,

Don’t reach out your hand,

In your way to the ground.

*°*

Embrace the fall,

Breathe in the air of defeat,

While on that stone-cold flour you crawl,

To seek out that which you desperately need.

 *°*

For it’s only in this place,

That you will learn,

The power of His Grace,

That you after all still earn.

 *°*

Broken on the ground,

Shattered to your core,

That’s how humility is found.

And His Forgiveness even more.

 *°*

So embrace the fall,

You will rise higher if you do,

‘cause He answers the caller when he calls,

and always pulls him through.

When I Pray (Poem)

When I pray…

I only call out One Name.

Of Him who deserves all praise and all fame.

At this moment I realize that none is His equal, none is the same.

And I’m left by myself, humbled and ashamed.

When I pray…

I try to bow down as deep as I can,

For no just ruler, nor king or man,

But for the One who was there when time began,

And organizes everything according to His plan.

When I pray…

I feel so insignificant, so small

When I'm standing in front of the Most Powerful of all

And I hope He'll hear my desperate call

To pick me up after every downfall.

When I pray…

I try to express my gratitude in so many ways.

And I search for the most beautiful words of glory and praise.

In this moment I feel showered by His Grace,

And hope grows to be amongst those who will one day behold His face.

When I pray…

I try to pray as if it’s my last,

For time is running out and days pass by so fast,

So when on that Day and in front of my Lord I will be asked,

I will not regret my past…

Signs (Poem)

In the moon and the stars,

Who lighten the world at night,

In the sun,

Who cares for us during daylight.

In the mountains,

Reaching up so high,

In the birds,

Who travel swiftly across the sky.

In the trees,

Standing firm on the side of the road,

In the sea,

With such strength it can carry any boat.

In the rivers,

that take us to places unknown,

In a flower,

That from a tiny seed has grown.

In this creation,

There are signs to be seen,

A story to be read,

About the world of the Unseen.

So open your eyes,

Don’t pretend to be blind,

And read those signs,

God has given to mankind.

And ask yourself,

How much more signs do you need

To realize

Believing in One Creator is the true creed?

Awakening (Poem)

I was caught in a cave,

Covered in darkness,

Nothing more than a slave,

Of my whims and desires.

I was locked in a cage,

Hurt and alone,

I was stuck for an age,

Where I didn't belong.

One moment, one day,

Light broke through,

And it lit the way.

A new world came in view.

I unchained my soul,

Unlocked my prison.

I found the Truth as a whole,

By which I was risen.

I stepped into the Light,

And fell to my knees,

For such Power and Might,

That had given me the keys.

Unchained and freed,

Alive and awake,

I had found the True Creed,

I could never forsake.

The Gift of Guidance (Poem)

The most precious gift I ever received,

was not something I could touch or see,

For the first time I wasn't deceived,

For my chained soul this gift was a Key.

This gift I could only feel,

Deep within my heart.

For this gift could heal,

Every hurt from my very start.

Cured with His Grace,

Strengthened by His Call,

There wouldn't be a hardship I was unable to face,

No stumble could again make me fall.

Guidance is it's name,

And with Gods Path before me,

The Road would never be the same,

Unchained by this Key,

My soul was finally set free.

For I was lost... And now am found. (Poem)

For I was lost

And now am found

He picked me up

From the stone-cold ground

For I was lost

And now am found

Within His Grace

I feel safe and sound

For I was lost

And now am found

My soul to Him

Forever bound

For I was lost

And now am found…