Sunday, August 19, 2012
Syawal, 1st 1433 H.
O Ramadhaan! Be gentle,
The tears of your lovers are pouring out.
Their hearts are torn from
The pain of your departure.
Perhaps standing to bid you farewell
Will extinguish the burning fire of longing.
Perhaps taking a moment to repent
Will mend everything that has been torn in fast.
Perhaps one cut off from the procession of those
Whose fast has been accepted will be joined with them.
Perhaps the one imprisoned
By his sins will be freed.
Perhaps one deserving to be punished
In Hell will be liberated.
Perhaps the mercy of the Lord
Will be granted to the sinner.
Oh beloved Ramadan!! Thank you!
For the Gifts you have left us.
Ask to meet You again
To the Lord of Ramadan.
Dearest friend! You are leaving
For seeing you departing,
We are sorry,
Will always be sorry !! :'(
p/s: That photo I took in Sakra, West Lombok.. it's a small village where my mom grew up. I went to see my grandma, she passed away when I was only 8 years old. I went to her graveyard to lay flowers. I missed her so much, I wish I got to know her more.