As he took his seat, on 3Eid morning for prayer
he began to think….. he started to despair
The month of Ramadaan, it just slipped away
A whole month that passed by, as if only a day
He sat, going o’er the days, that were no more
And the blessed nights, that were gone for sure
Searching …through the pages of his life….to find
any good deeds so as to console, his restless mind
He knew there was not much, for him to see
but he was hoping for some thing, that just might be
He looked at his record of Qur’aanic recitation
But alas, there was not even one whole completion
His eyes filled with tears, as it dawned upon him
Whatever little he read, was without comprehending
What good is that reading, if he didn’t understand?
How then, could he follow Allaah’s Rules and Command?
He read like a parrot, without stopping to contemplate
O how he wasted, this golden, perfect chance to educate
With grief, he turned to his record of giving and charity
but he realized how severely he lacked in generosity
He didn’t give enough, except for just a little bit
Though Allaah has blessed him, he didn’t part with it
Even the obligatory zakaat…such a big burden it seemed
I wish I had given more….how his aching heart screamed
Then sadly he turned….to look at his daily fasting
It was simply a ritual…. there was no implementing
Though he controlled his hunger, he didn’t control his tongue
He cursed, he swore…. he lashed out at all, old ‘n young
O how he looked at the haraam and listened to the forbidden!
How could he forget…from Allaah there’s nothing that’s hidden?
Even in the last ten nights, he made a half-hearted attempt
How he preferred his bed and its warm comfort instead!
And then an awful voice, started screaming inside him
as the reality of his dire situation, dawned upon him
Why didn’t he exert himself…..why didn’t he do more?
Why did he succumb to temptation? Is that what he’s really here for?
As he looked around, at all those around him
Smiling and happy, with new clothes upon them
He thought to himself…. his clothes were new too
But that’s not why they were happy, that much he knew
Then a question appeared in his mind…. a question so true
That surely, 3Eid is a day of happiness, but for who?
Is it for those wearing new clothes or for those of you
Who strive hard in Ramadaan, as best as they can do
For those who do good deeds, hoping for Allaah’s Pleasure
And for those who are saved, from His Torment and Displeasure
New clothes is not the reason why they’re so elated
Rather, it’s the prayers and fasting, the taqwa unabated
Big tears of distress rolled down his sorrowful eyes
He cried regretfully as he stifled his weary sighs
I wish I had done more, he said. I wish I had been stronger
I wish I had worshipped Allaah each night, just a bit longer
I wish I had taken advantage, of this great opportunity
to have my sins forgiven, and a chance to earn felicity
With pain so severe, it would split his inside
It broke his heart….as he suddenly realized
This beautiful month is gone….and gone is its beauty
Gone are its fragrant nights….full of Allaah’s Mercy
Yet he also knows, that he should never despair
even if he’s missed a chance, even if he’s been unfair
He knows even after all this, it’s not too late
If he turns to his Lord, He will never repudiate
He will not turn him back, if he repents sincerely
He will forgive him even now, after failing so severely
Thus, a ray of hope appeared, in his heart suddenly
A desperate prayer rose, to his lips spontaneously
I beg of your Mercy, yaa Rabb, please forgive me
You are the Most Beneficent…so don’t deprive me.
O Allaah I promise, from now on I’ll be good
I will do my best, to please You as I should
I know I didn’t do enough…..even close to what I should have
But whatever little I did….please accept it, on my behalf.
“3Eid isn’t happiness for those that wear new clothes, but it is for those whom Allaah is pleased with of His slaves, and those that were rescued from the great torment.”
by Asma bint Shameem