By Asma bint Shameem
As he took his seat on Eid morning for prayer
he began to think..... he started to despair
The month of Ramadhaan 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 something 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 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 a 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!
Why didn't he exert himself...why didn't he do more?
Why did he succumb to temptation, is that what he is 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, Eid is a day of happiness but for who?
Is it for those wearing new clothes or for those of you
Who strive hard in Ramadhaan 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
Big tears of distress rolled down his sorrowful eyes
He cried regretfully as he stifled his weary sighs
I wish I had done more....I wish I had been stronger
I wish I had worshipped Allaah each night 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 realized
This beautiful month is gone and gone is its beauty
But he knows one can never despair of Allaah's Mercy
He knows even after all this, it's not too late
If he turns to Allaah He will never repudiate
He will not turn him back if he repents sincerely
He will forgive him even now after failing severely
I beg of your boundless Mercy.....please forgive me
You are the Most Beneficent...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.
"'Eid isn't happiness for those that wear new clothes, but it is for those whom Allah is pleased with of his slaves, and those that were rescued from the great torment."