Ramadan is here, Here is Ramadan.

Ramadan is coming, The time that is blessed.

Ramadan is coming, The time we love best.

The month in which the Qur'an was sent;
A time of great blessing in which to repent.

Fasting for Allah is a great Muslim deed;
Controlling desires and Suppressing greed.

Ramadan is coming, Increase your Iman.

Ramadan is coming, Recite the Qur'an.

Taking "Sahur" in the dead of the Night;
No eating no drinking during the daylight.

Refrain from bad deeds and repent your soul;
The pleasure of Allah is our only goal.

Ramadan is coming, so let us prepare.

Ramadan is coming; there is peace everywhere,

Even if there is hunger, remember your Lord
And wait until 'Iftar' to earn your reward.

Fasting is one of the gifts of Allah Given to the believers.
to increase 'Taqwah'.

Ramadan is here, here is Ramadan.

Ramadan is coming, so seek the new Moon.

Ramadan is coming, it will be here soon.

We pray to Allah to put right our hearts;
Ask for forgiveness from Allah and make a new start.

Raising our hands we ask for his 'Rahmaa';
Hear us our Lord and grant us 'Jannah'!

hArrlloo!~ here is a ramadhan poem wrriten by a 5 years old kid from pakistan..

Allah Ta'ala gave us the Quran,
He explained the meaning of Ramadan.
We eat before the sun comes out,
Then quickly put all the food away in time,
To pray fajr for the start of the day.
We fast till it's time for the sun to go down,
We make Du'ah, eat dates and pray,
We say al-hamdulillah for all the goodness of the day.


Hasib Ibn Abdul Karim
5yrs old

MasyaAllah!
berry cleber! ^_^

Fasting storry:

"But, Mum, I do not want to eat. I am a big boy and I can fast," Omar told his mother.

"But you are fasting, Omar. 7-years-old children eat in the morning and a little in the afternoon and then they don't eat anything else till evening."

"But you do not fast like that, Mum," the little boy insisted.

"I am older, Omar. Grown ups fast that way."

The young gentleman sat deep in thought and then asked, "Mum, why do we fast?"

"That's a good question, Omar." She got up and went to the kitchen cupboard. She removed something from it.

"Do you know what this is, Omar?"
"It's a blender."
"Do you know what it is supposed to do?"
"It blends passion fruit for juice." Omar replied. his mother laughed.
"Yes, it does blend.
Our body does the same thing. It grinds the food we eat; it takes what it needs and removes the rest. It does this everyday, day in day out."

"Doesn't the body get tired, Mum?"
"It does. Just like the blender. When we have blended juice for too long, it refuses to work. Then it needs fixing.
So we have to give our body a rest so it can work better for us.

That's why we fast in Ramadan and some other days in the year."
"Does everybody fast, Mummy?"

"Not everybody. If you are ill or expecting a baby or if you are old and weak like Daddy's grandpa or if you are 7 years old then you don't fast.

The little boy thought some more. He ate the food his mother had set before him without much fuss. "What if you don't want to fast?"

"What is your sister Nur's favorite color?"
"Pink".
"And what is the color of her uniform for Madrassa (School)?"
"Blue".
But she says she'd like to wear her pink hijab when she goes."
"And why doesn't she?"

"She is afraid Ustaadh (Teacher) will punish her."
"You see, she was afraid Ustaadh would punish her.
Ustaadh will punish her because she has broken the rule of the madrassa by wearing pink.

You see, Omar, Allah knows what is good for us and so we have to do as He commands,
because He sees and knows everything.
We love Him and fear Him and we don't want Him to be displeased with us."

"But don't you get hungry, Mum?"

"Of course we do. But we keep ourselves busy on other important things to take our mind away from the food.
We read the Qur'an, or we visit the sick people or we go to the mosque and listen to dars.
You see there's plenty to do and before you know it, it's time to eat!"

"Is there another reason why Muslims fast?"
"Yes. You are lucky, Omar, because you have food everyday.
Not everyone has food to eat."

"Like the poor people at Baroda Road?"

"Yes, like them. If we go hungry like them, we will be able to understand that they need help."

The little boy seemed satisfied with the answers, his mother had given him.
"Mum, can I go with you and Daddy to help the poor?"
"By the Grace of Allah, you can."she smiled

i am a muslim

When I was born,

the first words that I had heard

Were the words of Allah being whispered through my ear

And as I felt Allah’s power in my soul

at day Islam took me in it’s fold

I am a Muslim

Islam is my din

Allah is my Lord

His word Qur’an Muhammad,

ProphetPraise be upon him

I am a Muslim

for all of time

As I grew up,

walking in this great big world

I gazed in awe at the wonders of Allah

And as I learned the cruel lessons of life

Islam shone through as my guiding light

Look at me now, family around my death bed

I know not when Allah will call me home This life I led,

o what a blessed thing As death comes to me these words I will sing

la ilaha illa allah..