O Al Wahhab – a poem

I am Alima special poem treats, for these special nights!

Sitting still, no motion
Ramadan is leaving us
The month of devotion.

Only a few days in the month to go,
I am feeling sad, I feel low.
With all these blessings what have I done?
My heart cries out, please don’t leave me, O Ramadan!

But as I enter the ten blessed nights,
I can still see a hope, that has opened up my sights.
So I ask Al-Wahhab, the Ultimate Bestower
Grant me the tawfeeq to get my sins washed
For verily to You belongs all might and Power!



The Author

Faria Alam is a young aspiring student who seeks to help young females educate themselves. She is a freelance writer and loves to read books of different disciplines. She takes great interest in personal development.

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