I am overcomed with this overwhelming feeling of missing Ramadhan. :(
I was reminded of this post I wrote last year at my Multiply.
Me & Nisa started crying when the Bilal said “Akhirut tarawikh..” and we looked at each other and went “Already??”. We sobbed throughout the 3 rakaats of witr, I could feel her body shaking next to me while we prayed. After witr, I was in my own world, going Amin during the doa, my head hung limply, the tears running down as I thought of the times I had wasted this month when I could have done more, realizing that the time is finally here -Ramadhan is leaving us, leaving me. I glanced at Nisa, it appeared that she too was thinking the same thing as I left her alone to her thoughts.
I miss Ramadhan, I miss Masjid Aleem Siddique & Masjid Istighfar, I miss having Iftar around a dulang, I miss my dearest friend Nisa, I miss Rasulullah SAW, I miss Madinah, I miss Makkah. :(
Indeed I have left a part of me in Makkah & Madinah & will never truly feel the same until I’m back there.
Ya Allah, invite me to your House again. Invite me to your Prophet’s country again Ya Rabbi. Let me meet Ramadhan again. Only You know how this heart is feeling and only You know the cure. Grant me the death of a martyr & let my death be in your Prophet’s country ya Rabbi.. Do not leave me to myself even for the blink of an eye ya Allah. Let me enjoy conversations that have You & Rasulullah SAW and your awliya’ in it Ya Allah. When others find comfort in the pleasures and pastimes of this world, let prayer be the comfort of my heart ya Allah. Forgive my sins, turn my bad deeds into good deeds ya Rabbi. Bless the nation of Sayyidina Muhammad SAW, guide the nation of Sayyidina Muhammad SAW, remove the afflictions from the nation of Sayyidina Muhammad SAW.
And I’m sure a lot of you have read this before. But this just made me cry again while reading this moments ago. (Yes I’ve been crying a lot these past week. Ishhh.)
If Prophet Muhammad(pbuh) visited you
Just for a day or two,
If he came unexpectedly,
I wonder what you’d do.
Oh I know you’d give your nicest room
To such an honored guest
And all the food you’d serve to him
Would be the very best.
And you would keep assuring him
You’re glad to have him there
And having him in your own home
Is joy beyond compare.
When you saw him coming
Did you meet him at the door?
With arms outstretched in welcome
To your heavenly visitor.
Or would you have to change your clothes
Before you let him in?
Or hide some magazines and put
The Qur’an where they had been?
Would you still watch X-Rated movies
On your TV set?
Or would you rush to switch it off
Before he gets upset?
Would you turn off the radio
And hope he hadn’t heard,
And wish you hadn’t uttered
That last, loud hasty word?
Would you hide your worldly past times?
And, instead, take Hadith books out?
Could you let him walk right in?
Or would you rush about?
And I wonder, if the Prophet
Spent a day or two with you
Would you go right on doing the things
You always do?
Would you go right on saying the things
That you always say?
Would life for you continue
As it does from day to day?
Would your family conversation
Keep up its usual pace?
Or would you find it hard after each meal to thank
Your Lord with grace?
Would you keep up each prayer
Without putting on a frown?
And would you always jump up early
For the prayers at dawn?
Would you waste your precious, precious time
Reading the things you read?
And let him know the things on which
Your mind and spirit feed?
Would you take the Prophet with you
Every where you plan to go?
Or would you change your plans
Just for a day or so?
Would you be very glad to have him meet
Your very closest friends
Or would hope they would stay away
Until his visit ends?
Would you be very glad to have him stay
Forever on and on
Or would you sigh with great relief
When he, at last, was gone?
It would be interesting to know
The things you would do
If Prophet Muhammad in person
Came to visit you.
Awwww man! There it goes again. :(