Tonight,
I dine with a queen.
Tonight,
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
Dies
And all that is divine
Lives.

She comes around
but once a year.

Tonight,
I dine with a queen.

All hail the queen:
Queen of the months.

Ramadan Mubarak
Ramazan mobarak.

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Omid Safi

Omid Safi

Omid Safi is a Professor of Islamic Studies at University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, specializing in contemporary Islamic thought and classical Islam. He leads educational tours to Turkey every summer, through Illuminated Tours: http://www.illuminatedtours.com

3 Comments

  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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