Raiders of the Lost Ramadan

“Quickly, Indiana!” Screamed his young sidekick

“Grab and bag that Ramadan

Before the beasts come quick!”

Indiana held his breath, outstretching his fingers

The kufi on his head slipping, sweat beginning to linger

That jewel, that priceless treasure stood

Tantalizing to his finger tips

Shining like an unearthly maid

Aromatic as a tulip

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Ramadan Poem

by Novid Shaid, August, 2010

When the crescent revealed its heavenly smile

The spirit of Layla suddenly brushed past me.

I stood entranced as she whispered in my ear

Give up your food and water just for me

And shed your sins, and multiply your prayers

Then I will follow you wherever you may go,

I’ll breathe a breeze of love into your heart,

Be still and remember I am your special friend.