I dine with a queen.
I will spend the night with a queen.
And wake up with her.

She comes around rarely.

But when she does
I die
again and again

It’s as if
all that is ugly in me
And all that is divine

She comes around
but once a year.

I dine with a queen.

All hail the queen:
Queen of the months.

Ramadan Mubarak
Ramazan mobarak.


  1. Every year at the end of the Ramadan, I ask myself whether I will live long enough to see her next arrival. Thankfully, after a long wait, here she is with all her beauty and majesty. Now, for a month everyday I will ask myself whether I entertain her fittingly. Supposedly she is the guest and I am the householder, but the reality is just the opposite. I am the poor, needy guest and I pray that Ramadan entertains me and the entire world fittingly.

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